love in the NY subway

(picture with HTC Wildfire S)

familiar statues

by tom otterness, hilton times square
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montauk point

the first lighthouse in the US
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kayaking...

in long island sound
(pictures with HTC Wildfire S)

morning view

on mark's deck and nissequogue (spreek uit nissekwa) river, which we will be paddling later today
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san remo squirrel

san remo, long island that is. view from mark's window
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cats in windows...5th avenue NY

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the journey continues

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naar NY met amtrak

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on buck mountain

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strollin' in ballston lake

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te rotterdam

op de dames wc                                               in het grand cafe

luxor theater                                                      hotel new york

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today is remembrance day

In Flanders Fields

In Flanders fields the poppies grow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place, and in the sky,
The larks, still bravely singing, fly,
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the dead; short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe!
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high!
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

-John McCrae, 1915-

normal

Nobody realizes that some people expend tremendous energy merely to be normal.

(Albert Camus in Notebooks: 1942-1951)