One bone in the structure
Oct 24th, 2009 by nycbone
A quick share here:
I’ve just been introduced to Kickstarter through a friend that has created a card game called Laugh Riot! Kickstarter provides a way to get funding for a project you have. Check it out.
Oct 16th, 2009 by nycbone
I’ve remembered recently how much I loved the rain as a kid. Perhaps more precisely, being out in weather which is changing or not favorable, quiet in the usual way with a solitude or smallness to it.
One moment of weather I loved is the pending rain. As the kids were heading in, I’d grab an umbrella and go out onto the driveway, find a spot on the cement and wait for the inevitable. Umbrella open, held tight and close to my head, I’d crouch down and keep my patch of cement dry as long as I could. Even with a big umbrella and a light rain, eventually all the cement would get wet. End of game.
I think I was in a Western. While at my desk today, I heard two hawk siren calls. It didn’t register right away.
When my brain finally came to question the sound, I walked out the back door and looked up. Sure enough, there was a hawk circling. As if in a Western, I walked through the saloon doors and followed the hawk as it soared to the highest point in the town (my neighborhood), to the cross at the top of the steeple. That’s when I realized I should have had a steady hand, ready to draw. Too late.
Sep 20th, 2009 by nycbone
Somewhere along the line, in a science class, I was told about Diatoms and how they are used in the paint on the streets to make it more reflective. Every time I see newly painted lines now, I stop and look at the Diatom dust. Kinda amazing me that this was mined from the ocean and now it’s dust in a gutter, on it’s way back to the waters around NYC.
Wikipedia: Diatoms and Chromalveolate
Sep 7th, 2009 by nycbone
Portrait Hiram Santiago shot of me one night of hanging out in his studio in 1995.
I found this today and thought to document it digitally… and egg on a few comments from those of you that only know my as a woolly mammoth of hair ownership. So for me, this is one of those old photos which give another memory at every glance. Almost 15 years later, I thank you Hiram.