Photo & Poem Gallery

"Live each season as it passes, drink the drink, taste the fruit and resign yourself to the influences of each."
 

It stood. Not a window broken. Not a stone dislodged.
It stood when nothing else did.
It stood when terrorists brought September down.
It stood among myths. It stood among ruins.

To stand was its purpose, long lines prove that.

Elbows everywhere! From Bronzino’s portrait (c. 1530) of “A Young Man with a Book” whose gesture came to be known as the Renaissance Elbow to visitors at the Met’s Medici show with their arms akimbo as they examine the painting.  

                                     

An open door says, “Come in.”
A shut door says, “Who are you?”
Shadows and ghosts go through shut doors.
If   a door is shut and you want it shut,
     why open it?
If   a door is open and you want it open,
     why shut it?

Blue Skys

Blue skies smiling at me
Nothing but blue skies do I see
Blue days, all of them gone
Nothing but blue skies
Nothing but blue skies
Blue skies
From now on

Never saw the sun shining so bright

Among the most telling descriptions of Calder mobiles are those written by Jean-Paul Sartre, the French existentialist philosopher...

Men say they know many things;
But lo! they have taken wings, —
The arts and sciences,
And a thousand appliances;
The wind that blows
Is all that any body knows.

Pluck not the wayside flower, 
It is the traveller's dower; 
A thousand passers-by 
Its beauties may espy, 
May win a touch of blessing 
From Nature's mild caressing. 
The sad of heart perceives 
A violet under leaves 

These are amazing: each
Joining a neighbor, as though speech
Were a still performance.
Arranging by chance

To meet as far this morning
From the world as agreeing
With it, you and I
Are suddenly what the trees try

To tell us we are:

“Leave it as it is. The ages have been at work on it and man can only mar it.”