Wednesday, December 19, 2012
Saturday, December 15, 2012
Wednesday, December 12, 2012
Sunday, December 9, 2012
Petro Chemicals in Water in Tenafly?
Photographed on November 2, 2012 at 1:39am. The junction of the stream that connects the pond in the Tenafly Commons that flows into Tenakill Brook and then flows to United Water which is the source of Tenafly's tap water. Is this dangerous to our health? We chased the geese from the pond to the Tenakill farther downstream adjacent to the High school's playing field. What good has the damage to the Commons' pond done?
Saturday, December 8, 2012
December 7, 1941: my birthday
Pearl Harbor Attacked by Japanese bombers; Roosevelt speaks to the United States; The USA engages directly in World War II; the day that would live on in infamy has been long forgotten and the US in 2012 has eyes and ears only for September 11. How times have changed. Who remembers. For sake of international relation even The New York Times did not note the significance of December 7, 1941.
Thursday, December 6, 2012
Skies : a prelude
Wednesday, December 5, 2012
Two Sides to New York City or one: Real Estate
Razor Wire and Graffitti, West Side Highway, 135th Street
Tuesday, December 4, 2012
Sunday, December 2, 2012
Tuesday, November 20, 2012
Monday, November 19, 2012
Monday, October 29, 2012
Thursday, October 25, 2012
Friday, October 19, 2012
Thursday, October 18, 2012
Tuesday, October 9, 2012
Saturday, October 6, 2012
Shades in Hades: lovers once: vital and amorous
now floaters who at best utter a pitiful "squeak" as they noiselessly pass through the darkness and drear and fear of the underworld
Thursday, September 27, 2012
Friday, September 7, 2012
Rose Rosen: in memorian, died 1982, 82 years old
my dear grandmother Rose was a woman who was jolly and happy and who brought joy when we were with her. Her marriage to Morris Rosen was a union few today experience. Two sons, George and Jack, were her pride; the first became a physician the second a lawyer. Jack's death at 39 was a terrible shock and she never recovered from his loss. In time, her large family diminished and in the end she stoutly insisted on living alone in The Bronx where she had been so happy. She died in 1968 in the year that my son Julian was born. A stroke felled her. So sorry I am that I never asked questions about where she came from -she immigrated from the Ukraine, I believe, but I never learned more. Now I look at a mute memorial stone and cannot find the answers to my questions. As she aged she became increasingly silent and surely her memories of happier times preoccupied her. I am posting a picture of Rose and Morris in The Bronx-but where? And then my father's junior high "autograph book."
Saturday, September 1, 2012
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
Paul Peter Rosen, MD: Happy Birthday, August 16th,
even if the post is late, the birthday congratulations are no less real. Travel and disease slowed me down, but I often think about you ; older sibling where are you, I wonder. I went to Aude in Languedoc, in southwestern France. Why not live there, I ask myself? It is off the beaten track and few Americans have found there way there. It is wild and ancient, with some of the great Upper Paleaolithic Caves and no less than Tautavel's Man's fossils. In the Middle Ages , a vile campaign, a blood-letting crusade occurred against the Cathars. Today it is peaceful, but the terrain has stories to tell. Now known for the vignoble, it was a kind of Arcadia where shepherds herded their flocks not many decades ago. Rough limestone and fields and fig trees growing wild; it is edenic, except in winter when the wild winds swirl down the precipitous slopes of the Pyrenees.
picture 1. Paul Peter , "Peter," my brother with our mother and father, Beate Caspari Rosen and George Rosen, both MDs and my our father with more degrees
Picture 2. a field in the Aude approaching the Pyrenees
3. Susan Joan Rosen and her brother Paul Peter. He became a physician I became an art historian. His specialty, pathology. required visual expertise not unlike the expertise of an art historian, which in fact he began to seriously specialize in when he began to collect Arfrican art. We are photographed here at 285 Riverside Drive, with our nature wonders, plants and animals. The creatures we are studying snapping turtles, which we captured as they were hatching from their eggs -so long ago at Garnet Lake in the Adirondacks, NY.
picture 1. Paul Peter , "Peter," my brother with our mother and father, Beate Caspari Rosen and George Rosen, both MDs and my our father with more degrees
Picture 2. a field in the Aude approaching the Pyrenees
3. Susan Joan Rosen and her brother Paul Peter. He became a physician I became an art historian. His specialty, pathology. required visual expertise not unlike the expertise of an art historian, which in fact he began to seriously specialize in when he began to collect Arfrican art. We are photographed here at 285 Riverside Drive, with our nature wonders, plants and animals. The creatures we are studying snapping turtles, which we captured as they were hatching from their eggs -so long ago at Garnet Lake in the Adirondacks, NY.
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