Against a field of green,
some petals appear,
others wait in anticipation.
Richmond, Virginia
16 August 2012
Category Archives: Photo
Purple flowers, Virginia Museum of Fine Art 3
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Purple, not flowers
We bid farewell to one of our interns today at the Presbyterian Ministry at the United Nations. All the interns gathered for the party; a number of our colleagues attended.
They celebrated greatly, giving thanks for one another, relieved that another academic term had ended.
Balloons played a role in the festivities. At some point, someone or someones decided to create balloon characters.
I believe this one represents me. The color fits. I accept it as a token of appreciation.
See you along the Trail.
Purple flowers, Virginia Museum of Fine Arts 2
Inside people enjoy art;
outside a butterfly enjoys the flowers.
Richmond, Virginia
16 August 2012
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Not purple flowers, Central Park ball fields 1
Photos of purple flowers routinely post on Mondays. But, this is not a photo of purple flowers. It is a photo of Tricia and Eric watching me take photos of purple flowers. By the ball fields of Central Park, Tricia spotted some purple flowers. As I wandered over to take some photos, she and Eric watched. At her suggestion, I took this one. And I post it today, Sunday.
See you along the Trail.
Train-snared
As we speed downtown
toward South Ferry
the window captures my image
where it hovers, perhaps forever,
leading me to wonder:
whose train-snared shades surround me?
Who went before?
Whose paths do I share?
Who are my companions?
11 May 2013
1 Train between 116th and 110th
Purple flowers, Virginia Museum of Fine Arts 1
Inside people enjoy art;
outside a bee enjoys the flowers.
Richmond, Virginia
16 August 2012
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Angelito
I confess that I do not like to clean. I am not sure that makes me unique in any great way. I suspect an overwhelming number of people share that view. I may be part of the crowd, but I do want it known. I also want it known that I do not expect anyone to clean up after me. I never – well at least very, very rarely – complain when others do not clean. And I have instructed people not to clean up after me.
In a somewhat paradoxical act, I, one of the elite non-cleaners in the world, volunteered to help clean the office at West-Park Presbyterian Church last Saturday. It proved great fun with a wonderful group of co-cleaners.
At one point we take a break to view some art that Angelo has donated to the church. Bright, vivid colors. Mexican influence. Indigenous influence. Intriguing mixture of Roman Catholic, indigenous, and abstract imagery. Good stuff.
Tonight at a meeting of the Committee on Witness to Society and the World of the Presbytery of New York City, my friend Bob, pastor at West-Park, tells me that the church has hung one of Angelo’s pieces depicting scenes from the life of Jesus in the sanctuary. I look forward to seeing it.
Bob also tells me that Angelo paints angelitos that he gives to friends and neighbors and even strangers. And then Bob gives me one. A companion, a blessing for the journey for which I am grateful.
See you along the Trail.
Purple flowers, Cleveland Heights back yard 4
Comings and goings
in a variety of purple shades
at the same time
Cleveland Heights, Ohio
7 July 2012
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Purple flowers, Ralph Bunche Park
Purple flowers
stand watch above
the park honoring
Dr. Ralph J. Bunche
of the United Nations
Manhattan, New York
16 July 2012
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Staking my claim
Today brought the easiest, smoothest trip I have had in a long, long time.
I travel quite a bit – not as much as some – but more than most. I write about my travel at times.
I have had some issues when I travel. I admit they pale in comparison to those faced by my friends Nancy and Sung Yeon to whom I extend condolences. But anyone who travels as often as I do will have some issues. They happen.
When they happen, I usually whine. Loudly. Widely. Boldly.
And when things go well, I admit that, too.
I figure saying nice things about good travel grants me the privilege to whine. Loudly. Widely. Boldly. No logic supports that thinking, but it works for me.
Today’s travel began in Louisville. My last meeting was a consultation between the Presbyterian Church of Korea and the Presbyterian Church (U.S.A.).
I checked in for my flight, cleared security, and began to search for something to eat. At the restaurant, I met my friends in the Korean delegation at the airport and had another really good conversation with them. We hugged before they boarded their plane. It left first.
Then my flight departed on time. A smooth flight with amazing views. It arrived early – thirty minutes early – at LaGuardia. My bag appeared as the second bag on the carousel at baggage claim. I literally walked out the door and into a cab. The ride home was simple.
Would that travel could be like that for all of us every time. I know it will not. And now that I have given thanks for today’s trip, I have staked out my claim to whine away when things go wrong.
See you along the Trail.
Filed under Friends, Louisville, New York, Photo, Travel
