So, it’s Sunday and time for a stroll in our swamp at Arthur Marshall – Loxahatchee. Vegetation closing for the winter, slowly.
Hard to slip around unnoticed. Spies hide out in the trees.
Leaf droop, unfit for a king, but good enough for us.
Photography Thinks
Have not had my teeth cleaned since November of last year. Scheduled for 6 months or four or something, I got sick and went into the hospital. Cancellation. Then I had a bleeding problem. My hygienist moved to West Virginia. And who wants to go to the dentist anyway.
I couldn’t clean my teeth when I was in a coma. Once awake and alert, I couldn’t hold the brush or floss. But I did my best.
New hygienist put on blues. Her name is Angelina and she got married recently. She said I didn’t do badly, dentally, despite the circumstances. No bleeding, either. Then, like I had done with the previous cleaner, I took her picture.
Sharon. Never be afraid of your lines or sagging. Don’t fear wrinkles or varicose veins. Don’t lose that spirit to live that looms so large that there is enough for you and still a little left over for me. Without you, life would be so empty and not worth living. You make me want to get up in the morning.
Our dear friend Howard Kane sent this orchid arrangement to Sharon. Lovely. Just lovely.
This man, Oscar Aquino, works with the other Lake Workers who cleared the greens clogging the lake behind our house. I shot the women first. Went to print. Called to them to wait. He walked over and we did a portrait session in my studio. I gave him a print for his wife and one for the women. He showed me pictures from his phone of his brother who is a videographer in West Palm Beach. Yeah.
My removal also cost my love for the Yanks. Lifelong Yankee fan. Mother checked the scores, before waking me up. Had books, Mantle, Casey, Joe. Saw Mantle and JoeD play in same outfield. Even went to one playoff game thanks to Koenig. Shirts. Paraphenalia. All gone except for this shirt and hat.
When I worked night court in the Bronx and they played, I went to see an inning or two. Bad Jou Jou. Opening day for 25 years. I bled pin stripes. Rooted against Maris. Loved Thurm and Jete.
This series will be a classic. It needs little to make it more than epic.