Mucilaginous porridge of brine, The viscous vat, a universe. Then scooped and bucketed, Drawn and quartered, Packed into purses, And drowned in the parlor. My essences drift, Draw hungry crustacea.
Photos sometimes evoke childhood memories. This pic sent me back to Pisicano's Fish Market in Yonkers. Saw dust on the floor, cigar chomping fish monger, and smells that sent me running out the door. Bravo!
I've been making photographs since childhood. Photography has become a way for me to explore the place I live and places I visit, but I know there's much to be seen in my own back yard. My favorite travel is through time.
This blog is a discipline and challenge to myself. However, I always welcome hearing how these posts touch those who visit.
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Photos sometimes evoke childhood memories. This pic sent me back to Pisicano's Fish Market in Yonkers. Saw dust on the floor, cigar chomping fish monger, and smells that sent me running out the door. Bravo!
I hope my picture didn't send you running out the door, but I appreciate that it moved you. Thanks.
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