Chrysler Building By Night

I recently went into New York City (Manhattan) to meet a friend for drinks. My plan was to go in early, walk around and take some pictures. Unfortunately it was a rather hot and humid day and I really didn’t feel like walking around much so I decided to go somewhere indoors and air-conditioned. Maybe a Museum? I hadn’t been to the Museum of Modern Art (pictures to follow in a later post) for many years so I decided to go there. After 2-3 hours there I walked across to where I was meeting my friend. We had a nice chat and a few drinks and then I set off back to Grand Central.

On the way I spotted this view of the Chrysler building looking South down Lexington Avenue.

Taken with a Fuji X-E3 and Fuji XF 18mm f2 R

Feelings in Photography

I read a lot of books related to photography. Nowadays they’re more about creativity than they are about technique. At some point these books always get around to two points: You should know why you are taking a particular photograph; and you should know what you’re feeling (the logic being that if you don’t know what you’re feeling how can you convey that to others in your photographs).

I generally know why I’m taking the photograph: I liked the subject; I liked the light; I liked the patterns; I liked the textures etc. But I struggle with the second point. I don’t generally know what I’m feeling. Maybe it’s because I’m British. Brits of my generation were not allowed to have feelings.

I am presently reading “Modern Instances. The Craft of Photography. A Memoir. by Stephen Shore.” In this he tells a story about famed photographer, Lee Friedlander.

…Lee Friedlander showed slides of his American Monument series in the Great Hall at Cooper Union. It was the first time he showed this work. He didn’t talk about his pictures and one could tell that the audience, largely students who are used to analyzing their work in class every week, were getting restless. Finally, someone raised their hand and asked, “What were you feeling when you took this picture?”. Friedlander replied, “As I recall, I was hungry”.

I love it.

Above: Lee Friedlander, Route 9W, New York State, 1969.

In Manhattan. A Mural

“An internationally known graffiti artist was visiting New York City last month when he spotted the perfect place for his next mural — St. Francis Residence I. Located on East 24th Street between Park and Lexington Avenues, the six-story building provides a home for those who have a chronic mental illness and financially destitute.

Jacopo Ceccarelli approached Tom Walters, OFM, who was at Residence I that day, and asked if he could paint the wall,” said John Felice, OFM, co-director of St. Francis Friends of the Poor. “Tom spoke to me and John McVean, OFM, as well as the staff at the residence, and we all agreed it would be an exciting experiment.”

Ceccarelli, also known as “Never 2501,” is an Italian street artist who has painted distinctive monochromatic images on walls all over the world. His style usually includes a combination of circles, and manipulation of lines, resulting in a somewhat hypnotic effect.

Because Ceccarelli had four days to paint the mural at Residence I, Tom was skeptical “because nothing happens that fast in New York.” But on Friday, Aug. 28, a lift arrived in the plaza of the apartment building next to the residence and Ceccarelli got to work.

st-francis-residence“After painting five of the six stories of the Residence a brilliant white, he began creating a dramatic image of something like steel beams reaching up to the sky,” said John Felice. “Those beams then opened up, transforming into to birds that fly free skyward. All of us were amazed by the artist’s speed and skill.”

Tom remained with Ceccarelli through Sunday, when his work was completed. Ceccarelli interviewed and filmed Tom as part of an international documentary on his work.

“What most impressed Ceccarelli was the work of the residences,” John said. “He was deeply moved by the 85 men and women at Residence I with their long histories of homelessness and chronic mental illness. He even came into the residence to give an art class to some of the tenants.

“Tom found Jacopo to be a kind and understanding man with a real interest in the well being of others,” John added. “He flew back to Rome on Monday but left the residence a permanent image of his renowned skill.”

Originally a 100-unit single-room occupancy hotel, St. Francis Residence I opened in 1980 as a place for the chronic mentally ill homeless to live. The residence is one of three operated under St. Francis Friends of the Poor, a non-profit that was founded to care for those with nowhere else to go.” (Franciscan Friars Holy Name Province website, September 17, 2015).

Taken with a Fuji X-E3 and Fuji XF 18mm f2 R

A memorial garden

From 2012 to late 2021 we owned a house on Roaring Brook Lake in Putnam County, NY. My late wife was a very active member of the community’s garden club (she loved gardening). The garden club maintains a small garden by the entrance to the lake and a few years ago they decided to place memorial stones for lake residents who had recently passed away. One of those was my late wife, Eirah who now has a stone there inscribed with her name.

One of my daughters recently came to visit with her family and she wanted to take her two daughters to see the garden. So off we went. Above: Colorful sign by the garden at the entrance to the community.


Echinaceas taken from our house in Briarcliff Manor years ago and donated to the garden club. They seem to be doing well. Eirah is no longer with us but the flowers remain.


Another view of the garden.


A bright yellow flower


My daughter and family

Taken with a Fuji X-E3 and Fuji XC 16-50mm f3.5-5.6 OSS II