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Continuum: My Personal Odyssey ©

My visual journal, an uninterrupted flow of thoughts, images, and fragments of time.Photography, words, and art intertwine in a silent dialogue, narrating the imperceptible, the fleeting, the unspoken.Continuum is a breath, a rhythm, a perpetual motion of the soul.

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The Yellow Dress, c. 1980. Robert Remsen Vickrey. Screenprint in colors on paper. Signed and numbered in pencil.

November 24, 2025 at 1:35 PM

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The Old Mill, 1888. Vincent van Gogh. Oil on canvas.

November 24, 2025 at 1:34 PM

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White Flowers in a Bowl, 1885. Berthe Morisot. Oil on canvas.

November 24, 2025 at 1:32 PM

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“I’m not everything I want to be, but I’m more than I was, and I’m still learning.”

Charlotte Eriksson, Everything Changed When I Forgave Myself.

November 24, 2025 at 1:31 PM

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Chet Baker by Bruce Weber, 1988.

November 24, 2025 at 1:29 PM

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Adrien Brody by Frank W. Ockenfels.

November 24, 2025 at 1:27 PM

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Paul Newman with Louis XIV, photographer Sanford H. Roth’s cat, 1956.

November 24, 2025 at 1:26 PM

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Ernst A. Heiniger -Self-portrait about 1950.

November 24, 2025 at 1:24 PM

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Couple, Prague, 1971, Charles Harbutt. Gelatin silver print.

November 24, 2025 at 1:23 PM

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Creative Snow Patterns by my 4 year old Harmon, 1955. Art Shay. Gelatin silver print.

November 24, 2025 at 1:22 PM

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Central Park (Bench in Snow),1933. John Albok.

November 24, 2025 at 1:21 PM

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Bethesda Fountain in the Snow, 2017. Mitchell Funk.

November 24, 2025 at 1:20 PM

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On St. Germain, Paris, 1961. Imogen Cunningham. Silver gelatin print.

November 24, 2025 at 1:19 PM

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November 23, 2025 at 5:51 AM

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Books to films 📚=🎞️

In the Heat of the Night (1965) by John Ball was filmed (1967) by N. Jewison. The film is more of an action movie unlike the slow burn detective novel. Tibbs avoids confrontation unlike the more assertive film version. The film is more political in tone. 🥵👮🌃

#filmsky #booksky

November 23, 2025 at 5:17 PM

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Really enjoyed the Kiefer/Van Gogh exhibition at the Royal Academy. Kiefer's huge and textured reply to Van Gogh's Starry Night was remarkable. Photos cannot do it justice.

Swirling 3D effect artwork reflecting Van Gogh's Starry Night. Turquoise background and shapes made from textured straw.

September 16, 2025 at 5:26 PM

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#TheCampfire

LESSONS

A couple of years after moving to NYC from Mpls, my marriage strangled on its own rope. (My fault entirely - another story.)

I needed a new place to live, a new life. I continued, of course, my career in dance.

Go to ALT

(Photo is of a hand with a blurred wedding ring.)

I went back to school for a master’s degree at the New School for Social Research, found an apartment just up the street on 5th Avenue. I was thrilled to be on my own, making my own choices.

So it was my choice to go out one night to a deli to get - cookies. I had to walk just one long block to 6th Avenue to deal with my Famous Amos craving.

The single block I was walking was (fairly) well lit, and full of doormen. I headed out my doorway, jaywalked across the street.

Soon after, I heard footsteps come around the corner behind me. They seemed odd. The footsteps paced mine exactly. I slowed to let the people pass me, but the footsteps were gone.

I continued on. The footsteps began again, perfectly set to my gait. I knew I was in trouble, but saw the doormen and other people around.

Suddenly, I was pinned to a tree. Two teenaged boys. One held me close, told me there was a knife at my throat. They took my watch, my wedding rings. One touched my chest, tenderly as a boyfriend, felt my necklace. Yanked at it with enough force that it broke.

“What do you have in your pockets?” By now, there were sirens nearing. I gave them my cash, feared they would want my keys, but it was too late for them. The boy standing in front of me said, “Kiss me, baby”. I complied. It was over.

They took off swiftly for the 6th Ave subway as standers-by surrounded me and I collapsed to my knees, overwhelmed. “Did you know those boys?” they asked harshly, incredulous. Police arrived quickly. With a short description, they ran for the subway. The boys were long gone.

I called my ex-husband from a nearby phone. He was unsympathetic. Police got me home. No cookies for me.

Is there any good buried in this story? Yes! A couple weeks earlier, I had returned a family heirloom ring to my husband, as I was uncomfortable wearing it.

One disaster averted.

Lessons learned?

Wear no jewelry (I had none left).
Don’t walk alone at night.
Get a big dog.
Shortly thereafter, I had a new friend.

October 7, 2025 at 3:13 PM

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‘Like most children, I liked writing stories. As a young teenager, I noticed everyone else had stopped.’

Joseph O‘Connor
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