THE YEARLY VISUAL

For decades, every year at Christmas time 

I tried to create a sublime rhyme.

I would exit my building and see a sight to behold

And with excitement, so many thoughts would unfold.

The Santa so silver and huge and and it lit up the street

And all those people walking when I heard their feet

Going here and there, this way and that, in front of me 

After cars passed, I really had nothing else to see.

The tree in my lobby was part of that picture so pretty

I finally took pen in hand to write this little ditty.

But you see, I want you to read between the lines.

I want you to be able to see through my eyes to the signs:

I am old now and grey and getting older every day

So I ponder: will this be the last time I get to see it and say

Happy holidays to you and those passing along the highway?

--- Marjorie J. Levine © 2022

IN SEPIA

Then in sepia

Fading old in full soft light 

A strange new vision

HOLIDAY CHEER

UNCANNY RESEMBLANCES

Some of the pictures I own display an uncanny resemblance to photos taken by famous photographers and the art of famous painters. This is a piece created so the viewer can ponder the coincidences within an educational point of view. In some cases, the pictures were taken years before the famous photos. 

This is posted under "fair use" for the purpose of commentary and criticism.

Credit is given to the celebrated photographers and artists of the images in the comparisons. 

I realize some of the old photos are blurry. But I do not want them to be evaluated in terms of how clear the images are, but rather to be viewed as hazy photos in the way time itself fades away and becomes dim. Hence, a"blurry aesthetic."

There is a photo that shows a "joker" who saw remains in 1939 on the side of the road and created an almost offensive and shocking photo around the object because that was who she was. 

And that is what makes the curated collection of photos in this blog piece unique and I hope remarkable. I included my authentic pictures because I wanted to go with truth... 

Sights to Behold

 

Puerto Rico, you lovely island

 

1965

The view from my room at the La Concha Hotel:

This is me waving from the balcony of the hotel:

This is me on the beach:

This is my sister in front of the hotel:

And not much has changed regarding the entrance to the hotel 

where she stood so long ago:

THE HOUSES I LIVED IN

 

220 Central Park South, then and now