Tom lives to photograph. I’m nothing if I can’t untangle lives that went before us. I think for us both, Dead Horse Beach is a portrait of brutal carelessness, giving up its ghosts with each low tide. That it draws so many to it–Tom and me, for instance–in wonder of its past and what it teaches us today is a reason to celebrate all the ugliness strewn across the sand.
What I love about these particular set of drone photographs is that they show the beauty of the living landscape.
Tom texted, “you want to see the strangest cemetery in Brooklyn?” And, of course, I picked him right up.
I meant to post a piece today about Tom and me going out on another droning expedition. The plan release would coincide with your roll out of bed and commencing of your daily scroll.The reason this didn’t happen is because of my two persistent pitfalls in getting this blog thing exploding happily along.
I’m shamelessly begging people to follow my blog! So this move is the first step. Let’s see what happens….
Tom knows two holy sites in the Bronx and off we go in honor of the Epiphany.
Seen on a Bronx street corner upon the darkness of the winter solstice, it’s strangeness disappears and its wonder magnify.