. . . morning light and shadows greet sleepy Stockade eyes . .
Between the weather and some writing chores (and an obligatory nap or two), it’s been difficult the past few days for me to get out to snap any Stockade scenes. Making do with items inside my apartment, I was nonetheless able to find flowers and fronds, sunsets and sunrises, old Victorians and quaint street views, and even orange safety cones.
My place will never be on the Stockade Walkabout. But, I thought I’d give you a very specialized little tour, rather than go more days without posting here at suns along the Mohawk. [as usual, you can click for larger versions of each picture, and scroll over each to obtain more information about the image.]
Beyond the colored glass, oil and canvas kept my eyes occupied, without heading outside to view the suns and sundries to be found along the Mohawk or the streets of the Stockade:
– urban sunscape by V. Carneiro –
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– rural victorian by Bob Yealdall –
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– detail of sunset over water by Elizabeth MacFarland –
– street scene by Miro’s last student, Cobelle –
Long before the Stockade’s Safety Orange Glow caught my fancy, a construction scene in Buffalo inspired my brother Arthur Giacalone, and resulted decades later in this “haiga” image with linked poem:
. . . poem orig. pub. Frogpond (Winter 2008, Vol. 31:1)
Yes, the real thing is better, and I promise to be out on the streets of the Stockade, and in its parks, Canon PowerShot in hand, very soon.
. . . by the way, the National Grid crew that is installing new gas line pipe on Washington Avenue has been literally camped outside (basically, right under) the window next to my desk for three days now, working at and blocking Cucumber Alley. Here’s a view from my window:
And, here are two more shots I captured without leaving our front porch:
– fun for Miles and Arthur –
. . . Finally (for now), and speaking of inside jobs, dinner on July 4th at the new Van Dyke Lounge with a leading lawyer weblogger (my friend “Ed Post” of Blawg Review), found me reminiscing about the wonderful tale of the Musty Money Mob, involving all that cash stashed in the basement wall of the former residence of Van Dyck founder Marvin Friedman. The details at my weblog f/k/a will leave you both smiling and shaking your head.
p.s. I confess, I did make it over to Riverside Park as the 4th of July weekend was waning. Here’s a sunset shot from the Esplanade, Sunday, July 5, 2009: