
Sun reaches over the rooftops, a gallery hidden between two buildings is
stoic and waiting for you to discover the old angels there...

A column on a street is rusting and cracking and has been marked many times over with the
logos of street walkers, the watchers, the urban designers...

an American eagle to remind us that the Rome of our time is in our New York, stnding tall, standing proud,
standing One for All...

looking up, looking down, catch a glimpse of cutting edge design and signage
on every store, or building, most places are unmarked that you really want to
check out... see what you find...

Almost everything you need, is all you need...

an old suitcase on a floor in a loft in Brooklyn, listening to the music of your soul, the harmony
in your mind, you are content, you are at peace, you are singing, a song you have known your
entire life... set in motion...

Clumsy, Outspoken, Graceful, Shy, Laughing, Tear-stained, Shameful,
Happy, Self-Conscious, Full of Pride... You ARE Chosen...

The you I know...
Can tell the real from the fake
but knows when to keep it to yourself
forgets names
but never forgets a kindness...

signs are everywhere, and everyone has something...

Dreams of a future with meaning and simplicity, where a picket fence would do just fine...

The soul can split the sky in TWO and let the face of God SHINE THROUGH...
