For some reason, this year I've managed—on this most excellent eve/day for simultaneously looking forward an considering the past—to avoid one of my most favorite songs: the adaptation of Robert Burns' beautiful poem, "Auld Lang Syne."
So, friends: Here's wishing you a most excellent 2015. My most fervent wish for the new year is that my auld acquaintance not only not "be forgot," but that each be renewed and flourish for many years to come.
01 January 2015
30 December 2014
Don't Go, Mr. Christmas!
You were really pretty awesome.
09 June 2013
08 May 2013
This Is Water
A friend posted this on Facebook, with the caveat that he wasn't sure David Foster Wallace would have liked it very much, but that it made a lot of sense, and it's something we should all consider.
It certainly made me stop and think.
It certainly made me stop and think.
23 January 2013
A Good Kind of Nostalgia
I was only about 10 or 11 years-old when my eldest brother passed away unexpectedly, and it just so happened that Led Zeppelin's "Stairway to Heaven" was at that time just becoming an iconic, zeitgeist-consuming, monster hit.
I guess it's for that reason the song reminds me of that terrible time, but not in a terrible way. I find it oddly comforting and mildly unsettling; even at its most fevered pitch, it makes me suddenly introspective.
I was really touched by Heart's cover/tribute to the band at The Kennedy Center Honors, and Robert Plant's reaction to hearing the song performed. It always makes me react the exact same way he does in the clip below.
I guess it's for that reason the song reminds me of that terrible time, but not in a terrible way. I find it oddly comforting and mildly unsettling; even at its most fevered pitch, it makes me suddenly introspective.
I was really touched by Heart's cover/tribute to the band at The Kennedy Center Honors, and Robert Plant's reaction to hearing the song performed. It always makes me react the exact same way he does in the clip below.
06 September 2011
29 August 2011
13 August 2011
26 June 2011
Lordie.
Friday's historic events kinda left me in the mood to celebrate Pride this year, even though I've been kinda worn down and apathetic about... well, pretty much everything.
I got up rather early (for me) on Sunday and got a boatload of chore-like housekeeping stuff done, then headed off to Manhattan to meet up with Topher, with whom I took in the wonder that is the West Village during the Heritage of Pride March and Pride Fest.
I found the mood of the place rather placid, or, rather, no more raucous than it had been in years past, despite the stunning and heartwarming victory the community had scored in the legislature just two days before. And even though I'd carried my camera around for most of the day, I didn't really capture many great photos. But I did capture this.
I got up rather early (for me) on Sunday and got a boatload of chore-like housekeeping stuff done, then headed off to Manhattan to meet up with Topher, with whom I took in the wonder that is the West Village during the Heritage of Pride March and Pride Fest.
I found the mood of the place rather placid, or, rather, no more raucous than it had been in years past, despite the stunning and heartwarming victory the community had scored in the legislature just two days before. And even though I'd carried my camera around for most of the day, I didn't really capture many great photos. But I did capture this.
25 June 2011
Hello, There.
It would appear that, when I'm not posting photographs, I don't have much to do on this blog anymore. I'd like to blame it on someone else, but the truth of the matter is that work and life haven't left me with a lot of time for contemplating the wonders of the universe and recording those observations here.
Well, actually, that's a crock of bullshit.
I actually don't have any less time than I have at any point in the past. The problem, I suspect, is that I can't focus. I spend too much time allowing myself to be distracted.
Just saying. And apparently, I was just saying it three years ago, too.
Well, actually, that's a crock of bullshit.
I actually don't have any less time than I have at any point in the past. The problem, I suspect, is that I can't focus. I spend too much time allowing myself to be distracted.
Just saying. And apparently, I was just saying it three years ago, too.
31 March 2011
Columbus Circle Subway Station
24 March 2011
23 March 2011
Remarkable
Check out this short, amazing film capturing the aurora borealis.
The Aurora from Terje Sorgjerd on Vimeo.
28 February 2011
23 February 2011
22 February 2011
21 February 2011
Project 365: Day 363
My response, upon hearing there was more snow coming, included a large proportion of words you still can't say on television.
20 February 2011
19 February 2011
Project 365: Day 361
So, what do you do when you're drunk, you sleep through your subway stop and have to wait at 3:30 a.m. on an open air platform in a mildly sketchy neighborhood for a train going in the opposite direction?
Snap away, and hope for the best.
Snap away, and hope for the best.
18 February 2011
17 February 2011
Project 365: Day 359
I looked up at the full moon, surrounded by glowing clouds and thought, "That's a cool shot." By the time I got my tripod set up, my long lens on the camera, and the camera on the tripod, all the clouds had fled, leaving me with a full moon in an empty sky.
Oh, well. What the hell.
Oh, well. What the hell.
16 February 2011
15 February 2011
Project 365: Day 357
The sky reflected in the south tower of Time Warner Center reflected in the north tower of Time Warner Center. A little mind-bending.
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