Tuesday, December 10, 2019

Art In The Alley ...


“Feeling is what I like in art, not craftiness and the hiding of feelings.”
                      ~ Jack Kerouac
                         ~1922-1969
An infrared view of Bank Street, just off Northampton Street in downtown Easton, Pennsylvania as evening looms on a late November afternoon.

Bank Street is the site of “Artists in the Alley,” a tented arts and crafts event, held every Saturday from May through November from 10:00 a.m. until 2:00 p.m.

The sign for “Just Around The Corner Fine Art & Fine Craft Gallery” can be seen at right.

Sunday, December 8, 2019

Boxed Lunch ...


    ~ “There ain’t no such thing as a free lunch.”
        ~ alternatively, “There is no such thing as a free lunch or other variants, is a popular adage communicating the idea that it is impossible to get something for nothing. The phrase was in use by the 1930s, but its first appearance is unknown. The “free lunch” in the saying refers to the 19th-century practice in American bars of offering a “free lunch” in order to entice drinking customers.

There ain’t no such thing as a free lunch, but there was no cashier in sight as this alpaca enjoyed its “boxed lunch” on a late November afternoon at the Lehigh Valley Zoo in Trexler Nature Preserve, Schnecksville, Pennsylvania.

A boxed lunch is a lunch or light meal packed in a cardboard box or similar container.

Thursday, December 5, 2019

While My Guitar Gently Weeps ...


“I look at you all, see the love there that’s sleeping
While my guitar gently weeps
I look at the floor and I see it needs sweeping
Still my guitar gently weeps

I don’t know why nobody told you
How to unfold your love
I don’t know how someone controlled you
They bought and sold you

I look at the world I notice it’s turning
While my guitar gently weeps
With every mistake we must surely be learning
Still my guitar gently weeps…

I look at you all, see the love there that’s sleeping
While my guitar gently weeps
Look at you all
Still my guitar gently weeps.”
               ~ “While My Guitar Gently Weeps”
                     ~ The Beatles
                          ~ 1968
                  ~written by George Harrison
                            ~ 1943-2001
 A man’s guitar gently weeps as he strums the chords and sings his songs in front of the Historic Bethlehem Visitor Center in this infrared street capture I shot on a late November afternoon in  downtown historic Bethlehem, Pennsylvania.