The faces of Prospect Park //

Prospect Park I , August 2010

Prospect Park II , June 2012

Florence // Fotos by January 2012 trip //

New Orleans , 2010

Oh Annie -
I am writing in the dark now. All lights off.

The Music is On.

From the window I can see the busy lights. The street is full of people passing by. I am a stranger to them but to me they are all so familiar. I see them and I can smell of their past and their future. 

As of their present, it is uncovered in front of me. I live it more than they do just by paying attention to it from the window.

Finally the shouts and the murmurs from Europe are over and the lady in her pride is quite now. But there is so much sound around. So much of the good sound and shout. It is the type of sound we like the most; the Blues with a rock twist.

I read a story at the Delta of Venus by Anais Nin and it goes like this: “I am not in love with any woman. I never have been. I am in love with my work. With you I was in great danger. Because we could talk together, because we were so near each other in so many ways, I stayed with you too long. I forgot my work”

Come back home “Amphetamine Annie” so we get a drink together by the window.
We can even dance this time. 

It is alive. It is all still alive inside me my dear.

{I miss} your talks & sounds,

Garia

Albert Camus (1913-1960)

" I belong to an admirable and persevering nation which, admitting her errors and weaknesses, has not lost the idea that constitutes her whole greatness."

from LETTERS TO A GERMAN FRIEND, July 1943 //

book: Resistance, Rebellion, and Death //

I feel any Greek could relate to what Albert Camus wrote in 1943.

As long as every Greek has not lost the idea that constitutes her whole greatness.

And she is great indeed. And blessed land she is.