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Ireland 1985. Houses and Scenes You Chose to Remember

Dublin 1985

Dublin 1985

Dublin Central Business District 1985

Dublin Housing 1985

Newer Houses Dublin 1985

Newer Houses Dublin 1985

Dublin Redevelopment 1985

Dublin Working Class Houses 1985

Irish Thatch House 1985

Irish countryside 1985

Monaghan 1985

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Sovietesque New York. 1970s.

Brooklyn Highrises 1972

Soviet Statue 1972

Lower Manhattan 1975

NYC 1973

Brooklyn. Distant, Abandoned, Frozen in Time.

Brooklyn Across the East River 1975

So far away. In time and distance.  Some days I feel you near me, as if hovering nearby.  Faint images of your smile and a whispered hint of your words.  But it’s all just in my mind.  I can’t really see you, I can’t hear your voice and I can’t call you up for advice.  Like these Brooklyn Buildings.  Inaccessible, distant, closed off for good.

 

 

 

 

Abandoned and Empty.  I struggle at times to see a point.  But your whispers return to remind me to look again.  And learn.  You wouldn’t want us to succumb to fate.  Or let philosophical quandaries prevent us from enjoying our lives.   Perhaps we all end up alone.  Perhaps we all vanish into nothingness.   Meanwhile we can work to make the most of the world that exists today.  I hear your words and know what you would say.  Someday maybe I can take them to heart.

Brooklyn Residence 1975

 

 

 

Passing through.   Stopped in the road.  Never to reach its destiny. Frozen in time.  I look back and you are always there.  The pictures give glimpses into your life.  But never a chance to really know what was going through your mind.

Times we couldn’t understand. Places we’ll never see the same.

The Great White Way 1973

Broadway 1972

Times Square 1972

Times Square 1971

So much social commentary you could provide. I write your captions and wonder what you saw.   Every day I’m inundated with more questions I wish I’d asked.

New York Lives. 1970s. Passing Through. We’re all Just Passing Through.

Brooklyn Fisherman

Coney Island Shopping 1975

Economic Protest in Coney Island 1975

Brooklyn Abandoned housing 1975

Coney Island 1975

 Brooklyn Business Center 1975

At the Manhattan Plant Store. 1972

A walk through Central Park. 1973

Midtown delivery bike 1972

1975 Brooklyn Houses You Saw. Maybe with me. And here I am again. Though not quite there.

Brooklyn row houses where we never lived.

All I know is it's Brooklyn. So much lost forever.

Row houses in Brooklyn 1975

More Brooklyn houses. I wish I knew where to look for them today.

Through the Haze. NY 1970s.

 

Somehow the mismatched dates leave me wondering.  Always with the questions.  They look so similar. Were they really years apart? Which years was I with you?  Of course it doesn’t really matter.  It’s just the reminder.  You would have known.  You would have even known the day.   And probably had a story to tell.  And what’s worse – I record the stories of other people.  Tapes and pages filled with their lives.  Yours was too close.  Asking to record seemed too close to an admission that you could die.  And I never believed it could happen.  I’m still not sure I completely believe it is true.

New York City 1973

1971. The dust and dirt, accumulations over forty years. The smog itself would obscure the view just the same. And these specks have followed you, have been there. If only they could tell the stories they passed through.

Bridge over Hudson 1971. I should know where this is. Someone will tell me. I wish it could be you… And so it turns out it’s over the Hackensack River. I wonder how many other labels are leading me astray. Too many years of relying on your encyclopedic memory. Never imagining you would be gone so soon.
From the ferry. 1972 Barely here and already like a ghost. Is that how it is for us all?
From the VW van, perhaps? 1972
Central Park Boats 1973 – so cramped and clattering. I’m sure we didn’t ride one then, though I would have wanted to.  At least in theory. And you would have done whatever you could to make it happen.

Such a long romance with New Orleans

More ghost buidings….

Was it May in reality or just on the slide? It may not matter. But it bothers me now that I will never know.



We were supposed to be there together. I needed you in November.

I walked these same streets without you. You could have taught us all so much.

Stopped in time. Heading to the Galery. An afterthought below the Balcony

So empty. In decline. What caught your eye? What story would you tell?

I'll have to return. Revisit the spots you thought to retain.

Twenty-eight on Bourbon Street, 1973. To hear your thoughts on that now...

So fragile and distant, hovering above the lake.

Jewel's Tavern, 1978. Fading already so long ago.

Low key business era

Beautiful balconies. Looking for signs. I keep hoping to spot ours in your slides.

Shotgun House 1978

Neighborhood stroll

 

Faded, chipped and crumbling down. Me and the House.

Faded, fragile, standing tall.

Italia. Mom’s roots. And mine. A new branch in the line.

Rome Coliseum Cats 1971 Did you take this for me?

We went there together. Wish I knew how. Something to ask Mom before it's too late.

If I believed in such things, I'd hope that you and Luigi were busy with all those football discussions I thought you'd enjoy.

  • I wasn’t there. The faded slides likely dampened your mood but reveal the artistic side you only rarely shared
  • Rome middle class kids.

    I know his love for you only grows stronger

    Travels to nowhere. Places and people who no longer exist

    They come back to life as our eyes and their images cross. You took me to a place that soon no longer existed.  Who could have known?   Like the final phone call last October.  I never would have guessed.  And

    Georgian Cowboy. We both passed you by. But he brought you back and across the world. I found you after he died.

    I’ll never understand.

    Did we buy the cherries? You could tell me. I'll never know.