Photographs and thoughts on photography and camera collecting
Somewhat fuzzy! Somewhat noisy! But I still like it – maybe because it somewhat resembles photographs taken by my idol: Eugene Atget. Seen while walking around in Manhattan (New York City). I’d go back and try to get a sharper shot, but unfortunately I can’t remember where this was. Maybe I’ll bump into it again one of these days.
I don’t know the name of this small stretch of water, but it’s just off Sunken Mine Road – just past John Allen Pond. It might even be an extension of John Allen Pond, but it doesn’t look that way from Google Maps. I came across it after doing the first part of the Three Lakes Trail/Appalachian Trail starting from Dennytown Road. I got lost for a while and when I came across Sunken Mine Road (which I recognized) I just walked back to Dennytown Road instead of continuing. This took me past this pond.
Statue of St. Martin de Porres on the grounds of Graymoor, the home of the Franciscan Friars of the Atonement. According to a nearby sign:
Martin de Porres (1579-1639)
Born Nov. 9, 1579, in Lima, Peru.
Mother was a free nigress (sic) of Peru; father was a Spanish knight. At twelve was apprenticed to a barber-surgeon.
Became a Dominican Brother at Holy Rosary Monastery in 1594, where he served as barber, infirmarian and wardrobe keeper.
Distributed food to the poor, took care of African slaves brought to Peru, visited prisoners and founded an orphanage and a hospital.
Contemporaries called him “father of the poor and father of charity”. Was close friend of St. Rose of Lima (Peru).
In life he experienced visions, ecstacies, and bilocation. He also spent long nights in prayer. Sicknesses were cured through his intercession.
Died Nov. 3, 1639, and was canonized on May 6, 1962 by Pope John XIII.
Martin de Porres is the patron of interracial justice.
Incidentally the white line across the low right of the face is not a scratch. It’s actually part of a spider’s web (you can see some more of it under the nose). I thought about removing it but decided against.
I liked the curved columns (don’t know what the correct word is) and the way that they are layered to give the impression of two rows, one behind the other. The delicate but intricate carving also appealed to me. Taken in the Vanderbilt Mansion in Hyde Park, NY.
We (my wife, our late dog Jackson, and myself) had been to lunch at Cathryn’s Tuscan Grill in Cold Spring. We were sitting outside (the only place they allowed dogs) when I noticed the entrance to this store right next door. I’m not sure what it’s called, but you can see from the picture that there’s a sign on the steps, which reads: “Private Parts” so I’m assuming that’s the name. The bright red door caught my eye, but I also liked the wide variety of objects scattered around the stairway: small statues, a painting or two, wickerwork, wind chimes, rusted metal sculptures etc. – all surrounded by an assortment of plants.