First of a new series on the predicament of males in today’s world.   Title subject to change.

I’m not an alcoholic
I’M A DRUNK
Alcoholics go to meetings

A weeping Japanese cherry tree

Fifth Avenue – Midtown

Pompei

For the ancients, winning a tripod was a big deal.

The mytheme of Heracles contesting with Apollo for the tripod appears in vase-paintings older than the oldest written literature

All the valley, mother, ’ill be fresh and green and still,
And the cowslip and the crowfoot are over all the hill,
And the rivulet in the flowery dale ’ill merrily glance and play,
For I’m to be Queen o’ the May, mother, I’m to be Queen o’ the May.

Full poem by Tennyson

She looked up, saw me, and decided she was ready.   Very impressive.

NYC just brings out the romance in people.

Freedom – Prosperity – The Pursuit of Happiness

Photographing prosperity is harder than photographing misery.

Candle of light immortal,
You burn so briefly out,
Your wick and wax are mere inches long,
Your light is seen by stars invisible
And galaxies that share infinitudes
With all our prayers.