I am The Architect.

I am The Architect of this situation.  I am the imprint on the city. I see so many things that look fantastic . They surround me like locusts, and maybe you have seen them to. As this world falls apart I know that these imprints are a reminder of how we as a people get it right.  Look around and do not feel weak.  Do not be afraid or feel that you have hold your head down. People hold your head up, even if you have use your hand to help hold it up. We are a great society. We are Americans.

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No Standing Anytime

This is the Brooklyn Bridge. This is Brooklyn. No Standing Anytime. The End.

Basketball Saved My Soul.

 My Soul Was Saved By BasketBall.  

 Basketball in New York City is life. From the streets to the gyms, the true sub culture of organized streetball has become a staple, better yet an imprint of what New York City sports life is. We follow The Knicks, The Nets, St. Johns, and all that High School Basketball has to offer. There is an infinite sub-culture that spreads love, hate, and beauty from borough to borough on the rented hardwood all the way to the cold asphalt. Basketball saved our souls, it saved our lives. As the voices of our underground ask what did Aaron" Muff " Collins do in DnD? Or did X-men play in Brooklyn Pro Game today? The underground culture that takes so many lives and saves them from potential doom will give birth to someone new and lay to rest the old who paved the way for that new face. For every life that aspires to be to in the league they will need to experience a Jumpball tournament.  This is the underground, support your local basketball scene. Below are a couple of links to some great leagues.Every once in awhile you will see my face.

Stuck In The East River..

I was out and about in Brooklyn snapping some photos. Down on Old Fulton Street is a pier. It sits underneath the Brooklyn Bridge. Stuck in the East River just off the pier is these old remains of the former pier. Through all good and bad weather, high and low tide these pieces of wood stand tall. They stand tall in the face of life. This is New York City. This is truly an imprint on a city.

Find your way to the pier and you will see a face of life.

There is a light that never goes out......

I am fascinated by the light.  

It stands in a corner and shines on us all.

Life can be a so simple when you look at.

This is Fort Greene Park.

Located in Fort Greene, Brooklyn on hill in overlooking Wallabout Bay is Fort Greene Park. Named after Revolutionary War General Nathaniel Greene. The park quietly blends into the neighborhood that over the years has become one of  New York City's most gentrified areas. Offering peace to the old and enjoyment to the young,  Fort Greene Park has evolved throughout New York City's history. The park is also the site of a Revolutionary War Fort Putnam, which was constructed at the summit of the park.  The park features the Prison Ship Martyrs' Monument which was erected in 1908 as a memorial to the men and boys who were imprisoned under horrific conditions during The Revolutionary War.

Fort Greene Park is not just a history lesson for Brooklyn, save that for the school across the street. The park offers its visitors some really great things. The activities range from The Fort Greene Park tree trail which is a self guided walking tour of the woods in Fort Greene Park.  Its also offers jogging, tennis, and basketball courts to the stay in shape individual. And every Saturday from 8am to 5pm there is a farmers market for all you food lovers. 

So whether the weather is good or bad make your way to Ft. Greene Park on Dekalb Ave. and South Portland Ave

Winter in New York City. I captured this photo on the way to work . The early morning snow would later turn to rain. But there is something about snow in New York City that brings a sense of calm. The streets are usually quiet and you can truly hear yourself. I find it amazing how beautiful the snowfall is in its infant stages, when the accumulation is still in progress. Once it stops growing, it all falls apart. It turns to slush and gets grey. I guess there are some similarities to life.

Peace,

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