Posted on April 22, 2016
Category: Landscape, Photography Tagged: Brooklyn, Brooklyn Botanical Garden, earth day, landscape, nati art photography, our earth, photography
Posted on July 9, 2014
“I can’t go back to yesterday because I was a different person then.”
Alice In Wonderland
Category: Photography Tagged: Alice In Wonderland, Brooklyn Botanical Garden, nati art photography, photography
Posted on July 8, 2014
“Alice: Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?
Cheshire Cat: That depends a good deal on where you want to get to.
Alice: I don’t much care where…
Cheshire Cat: Then it doesn’t much matter which way you go.
Alice:…So long as I get somewhere.
Cheshire Cat: Oh, you’re sure to do that, if only you walk long enough.”
Alice In Wonderland
Category: Photography Tagged: Alice In Wonderland, Brooklyn Botanical Garden, nati art photography, photography
Posted on July 7, 2014
“But I don’t want to go among mad people,’ Alice remarked.
‘Oh, you can’t help that,’ said the Cheshire Cat, ‘We’re all mad here. I’m mad. You’re mad.’
‘How do you know I’m mad?’ asked Alice.
‘You must be,’ said the Cheshire Cat, ‘or you wouldn’t have come here.”
Alice In Wonderland
Category: Photography Tagged: Alice In Wonderland, Brooklyn Botanical Garden, nati art photography, photography
Posted on July 6, 2014
“I wonder if I’ve been changed in the night. Let me think. Was I the same when I got up this morning? I almost think I can remember feeling a little different. But if I’m not the same, the next question is ‘Who in the world am I?”
Alice In Wonderland
Category: Photography Tagged: Alice In Wonderland, Brooklyn Botanical Garden, nati art photography, photography, the windows
Posted on July 5, 2014
Category: Photography Tagged: Brooklyn Botanical Garden, In between, nati art photography, nature, photography
Posted on June 26, 2014
“[…]I’m overwhelmed again
like the time we parted
roadside grasses to uncover
wildflowers, astounded by names
as much as the way stamens
dusted our palms with pollen
as we bent to foxglove beardtongue,
trailing arbutus, rough
vines of cinquefoil.
That summer, the rip in your jeans,
the ink stains on your stockings
made me forget my name.
Sunlight, now, through spires.
Going home with the taste
of honey so sweet it numbs
the side of my tongue.
Baby, in the way you turned
to push further through hemlocks,
in the way light bent
to touch the soft
curve of your clavicle,
I’ve found something
I would kneel to
again and again.”
Stephen Cramer, Praise
Category: Photography Tagged: Brooklyn Botanical Garden, nati art photography, photography, praise, Stephen Cramer