I normally write about my own photography here on the blog, but occasionally I write about other things of photographic or artistic interest.  So it is now, as I’m writing about one of the biggest events in New York’s photographic calendar: the annual Photography Show put on by the Association of International Photography Art Dealers (AIPAD).

Instead of going all around to dozens of different galleries, they’re all here under one roof.  This year’s event features 75 galleries from around the world, from Boston to Beijing to Buenos Aires, and runs from now through Sunday, April 1 at the Park Avenue Armory, at Park Avenue and East 67 Street in Manhattan.

When I first attended this show in the mid or late 1990’s, it was held on two floors at the New York Hilton in midtown.  I can still remember how I was in a daze from looking at so…

The sun is shining again, had my coffee on the balcony and ready for a weekend filled with family and friends!! Looking forward to a lovely lunch, my cousin’s birthday and time spent with my kids…What are you looking forward to?

Have a lovely sunny weekend! xo…

*image,luxeinspired

from Henry Bourne’smorocco series

in the London home of designer Harriet Anstruther

Source: NYT :: Graphic Contents

Talking with God
over the backyard fence,
sharing gardening tips
and recipes for life. I
offer a cup of coffee, He
offers me eternal life,
a fair exchange on this
sunny day full of butterflies
and possibilities.

knockout ego before knocking 

at the gate

and

discover the treasures

already inside

one’s heart?

is it that
light shines through

or simply
light
radiating from light

and yet

if one closes  one’s eyes
is it even there

Heifetz – Vitali `Chaconne` with organ

Be well, and at peace,

Phil

As I walk my garden row there becomes in me a question of if I am living for solitude or servitude.
I toil for my daily mile and become satisfied with none of the paths I find.

I desire to hear a soothing voice in my own head, and to that aspiration and bar-stool I continually pull up a seat.

Never mind my acquaintances, quotations, and the random folks I meet along my solemn walks of this journey.

I am my solitude
I am the logger on a forbidden mountainside chopping for my fortune.

There is a calming vibe, and a release, once you shut off the constant stream of society and their morose reality.

I shut my ears and unplug the power cord.
I indulge in my own sounds and the ticking of the clock on the wall.
Silence is a definition that is situational and pliable as the…