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.

Yeats

The Red Queen, on a very hot day.

Her t shirt suits her very well.

*HT The Polish national anthem

Growing up in NYC you hear this taunt a million times before you even know what it means. Hmmm. What does it mean exactly? OK. I get it now.

But these phrases lose almost all connection to their original meaning, and become a snowball of invective and derision tossed out by people struggling to prevail in a hostile world.

Another effort to make something different.

Yesterday, I had had it with my street photography. We’ve probably all had mornings where we felt we were repeating ourselves, with increasing perfection, but with no real emotional or creative energy. So I decided to shoot different.