Without photography, there would be no Jazz.
Category: Self
35 Years and Counting
So, we went out to a chi chi French restaurant, had wine and martinis and then came home to do a shoot. I rely on a tripod in times like this.
As for my abounding love for Sharon, I am ever committed to satisfying her anniversary toast, “…, and give me 15 more years.” I will try.
IMBRUVICA#36
“Darkness at the break of noon. Shadows even the silver spoon. The handmade blade, the child’s balloon. Eclipses both the sun and moon. You know too soon there’s no business trying.”
Thank you, Mr. Dylan.
The President must stand naked, too.
But I still have something to live up to.
Always Look Up
Eugene Pitt died. The Jive Five taught love. Listen up.
Hoping and Wishing
I’m OK
Leonard Cohen
I am a Kohane whose first name is Levi, how weird. Somewhere in the distant past, the family name was Duchman.
Never Cower
Pensive
Facing Death Slowly
Wondering what it is all about and what happened.