These machines in Sicily's largest port may have been speaking the lost language of cranes, but it sure sounded like Italian to us.
February 7, 2016
February 6, 2016
New York, New York. June, 2015
On my way from the Metropolitan Transit Authority offices (where I got my senior pass for New York's public transportation system) to the 9-11 memorial (on the site of the former World Trade Center buildings,) I passed many newly constructed buildings, all seeming to reflect their neighbors, both old and new.
February 5, 2016
Palermo. October, 2015
Frequent visitors to this blog know that I have a thing for both cemeteries and manhole covers. (Put away your Penguin Freud, please.) Here, a recent addition to my photo collection of the latter.
February 4, 2016
Watertown, MA. October, 2015
The Learned Three. Hiram, Ruth Ann and Samuel. Sounds like a '60s folk group you might have heard at a hootenanny. Or some obscure trio of Old Testament prophets whose disgraced reputation is only now being recognized as foundational to all Western thought.
February 3, 2016
Senglea, Malta. October, 2015
Sometimes in our travels, Jay will wonder why I stop to photograph the things I do. Here's one example. During a warm morning stroll along the harbor, I saw this example of graffiti, employing, well, some universal language. I have no idea who may have written this, but I hope the sentiment expressed passed quickly.
February 2, 2016
Brooklyn, NY. December, 2015
February 1, 2016
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