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A gorgeous day to meet friends at the South Street Seaport in lower Manhattan to see the Bodies exhibit there. Fascinating dissections of real dead people. (REAL dead people or real DEAD people, both apply.) The one I remember the most was a display of a fellow's skeleton, removed from the rest of him. They set the two parts facing each other and leaning away, fingers hooked together, bones and body forever gazing at what was lost.
Will, Melanie and Alex. There was a guy selling chimes and doodads and such, but one thing was these carved hollow frogs with ridged backs and a wooden stick which, when run over the ridges, made a sound exactly like the peepers one hears near a marsh in a summer dusk.
A sneak shot of an Alex Grey painting from his gallery on 27th St, NYC. Most appropriate after seeing the Bodies exhibit, and some very trippy art. Made me want to fire up a splif and put on the Floyd...
Mom found an old photo of her (Carol Battle, on left), my Nana Jack (Romilda "Jack" Battle, center) and Mr. Knowles, Jack's boss in the law firm. Date and occasion unknown, Florida. This is seriously retouched.
The rain began just as they were ready for photos, of course. Note the orange Doc Martens boots and matching tie. In the car en route to prom, he painted a nail to match her dress, and she one to match his orange.
Our group, the Early Music Ensemble from The Harvey School, embarked on a tour of England, March, 2006. Music couldn't wait, so playing ensued in JFK International Airport while awaiting the boarding call. Various photos from the trip follow.
A pub on the edge of Stratford-upon-Avon which is known by two names, I think because it's in two communities. Or maybe one's for the tourists and one for the locals. Who knows with those Brits? Gotta love it. Here's the sign from one side...
Chimneys from Hampton Court. I have seen this brick styling copied, most recently on the campus of the University of Vermont. There were actually many different styles randomly used throughout Hampton, which makes it easily recognizable when watching movies about English royalty.
An annoying control queen bitch with lots of love in her heart, often found dancing in a rainstorm to the inaudible notes of her fantasy piper. Respite, respite and nepenthe...