Today I found myself stopped at a red light at the foot of the Freedom Tower. I was caught in the busyness of my day; thinking of the details of the meeting I had just left and planning my strategic navigation back to my home office through construction choked downtown Manhattan.
I looked to the left on the corner of Liberty and West and from that angle the tower soared over my head, reflecting that perfect blue sky on this glorious day.
I could not help but think that this sky was identical to the one the day the towers fell.
It was a Moment, with a capital M.
Never be too busy to stand in awe. Of the horror. Of the resilience. Of the sheer magnitude of both DEstruction and CONstruction.
And let those moments change you, for if they don’t, what is the point of having them.
Nope, not retouched. This is a house I passed last weekend in MA. At first I thought it was abandoned but then I saw there was smoke coming out of its chimney.
Got to love their patriotism. Although I might have to doubt their decorating taste. At least they were not hostile about it like these guys.
Filed under absurdities, art
Talk about overzealous patriotism. I am not sure what would possess someone to paint this on the back of their truck. Do we really need more hostility on the road? Do we need to shove the U. S. of A. down the throats of immigrants, visitors or citizens for that matter?
Is is not enough to simply ‘like’ this country. In this era of facebook the word ‘like’ has a pretty positive connotation. It crosses the board of things we love, like, just simply think we are aligned with…
I felt compelled to wait to see who got into this truck. But then I was a little afraid that if I did not love the shirt he was wearing he would have told me to get the hell out of the parking lot.
I took this picture at a Dunkin Donuts near my house. I was taken by the 8 American flags flying proudly on the roof. Hey, I am as patriotic as the next person, but 8 flags on one establishment. What the hell?
I would love to know the backstory on this one