There is nothing that I’m able to say. That’s what’s sad.
Left unheard. Stay unsaid.
What’s the point?
Walking aimlessly down Broadway,
down past church and funeral pyre,
by Jeff Glovsky
My train each day is a filthy ride.
Harried passengers, captively feigning aplomb, have no choice… The alternative is meltdown.
In the tunnel, wind rumbles, belches, swirls. At the end, finally, light.
My train arrives.
A clock face smiles genially as it marches into sunset.
Racing backwards down the slope of Time, the face stops glowing, cracks appear; it winds itself less regularly… Forgets to sound reminders now and then… Alarming.
Increasingly, out of sync.
Photo(s) by JGlo
People watching …
(e)motion poetry … Wherever you are, you are being seen … Your movements, actions, are recorded … Chased and captured, space and time … You move freely …
All over the city, bodies litter the streets…
Concurrent with Manhattan’s competitive hotel explosion, has been a disturbing rise in the displaced and the truly unhomed. There are fakers and young people out there too, who are wholly equipped – yet just sitting there, begging …
Lo-fi night images
all taken with a Blackberry 9900 Bold. Flash, No Flash …
AVglov Images – EUROPA 1
Non-political travel images celebrating fading “quaintness” and timeless architecture … evoking both quintessential “Europe” and the everyday continent. My own
“New York” as I see it: reality, memory, mind’s eye,
Reflections and Windows Soul …