Those masterful images because complete
Grew in pure mind, but out of what began?
A mound of refuse or the sweepings of a street,
Old kettles, old bottles, and a broken can,
Old iron, old bones, old rags, that raving slut
Who keeps the till. Now that my ladder’s gone,
I must lie down where all the ladders start,
In the foul rag-and-bone shop of the heart.

 William Butler Yeats

This is what you shoot when you’re a shut-in and have the Zeiss Otus lying around.

Twenty years ago, NYC committed a sin against the laws of real estate by selling a 2 srtory building on a key corner of SOHO to a non-profit.   Corners should be used for commerce and residential.   Now, in a complex real estate transaction, the non-profit has sold it air rights for millions of dollars and is expanding to 5 stories.   This sin of real estate misuse is now being alleviated.

Dam Square, Amsterdam

and you’re reading The Picture of Dorian Gray

The novel by Oscar Wilde is about a wicked man whose sins never age him, but only appear on a portrait of him.  He looks forever innocent and young as he loses his soul and becomes ugly within.

I am so grateful to her for the birthmark.