16 Saturday Mar 2013
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Bowling Green Subway Station in Lower Manhattan. Photo by Julie Seyler.
There is a magnificent piece of architecture in Lower Manhattan, quite close to the ferry terminal to Staten Island, that harks back to the turn of the century. The entrance to the Bowling Green subway, which takes you in and out of Brooklyn, opened in 1905, and is worth looking up to.
09 Saturday Mar 2013
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Papyrus. Kwetsani Camp. Botswana. May, 2011. Photo by Julie Seyler.
The beauty of aging papyrus.
02 Saturday Mar 2013
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Forever Young Barber Shop. Placencia, Belize. Photo by Julie Seyler
We believe the right haircut can help keep us young – forever.
23 Saturday Feb 2013
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Photos by Julie Seyler.
Mentioning the state of New Jersey to most people elicits either a groan or an eye-roll of of pity. Visions of endless traffic jams on the Garden State Parkway, coupled with memories of the redolence of sulfur around the Amboys, simply do not trigger fond memories of a great road trip. But we are here to proclaim that with the right eye, and mind, the scenery that dots the Turnpike has a poignant beauty. Perhaps you have to have a certain affection for the exoticism of the urban landscape. We do. So here’s to the industrial towers, telephone lines, train switches and smoke stacks that caress the New Jersey Turnpike.
09 Saturday Feb 2013
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Fire escape on 2nd Avenue after February 8 snow storm. Photo by Julie Seyler.
Waking up after a snow storm is like waking up on your birthday. You never know what to expect, but you know it’s going to be something good. That first sight of a snow-topped landscape is something good. At this point, the city and its environs are covered in a pristine white velvet blanket. It may devolve into a muddy slush, but to not appreciate its infancy is definitely not an option. Here’s to the first hour of the first day after a snow storm.
The backyard. Photo by Lois DeSocio.
12 Saturday Jan 2013
Sleeping at the flea market, Sunday afternoon. Photo by Julie Seyler
These days, it seems that the ability to immerse in undeterred obliviousness has seeped out of the routine, perhaps never to return, or only to return later in life, when we will most seek energy. In any case, we envy this man’s relaxation.
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