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Selamat Jalan or Selamat Tinggal to 2009?

Do we leave the time behind or the time leaves us behind?

What ever it is I wish  you a Wonderful and Prosperous New Year.

 

Seeing Under the Sunless Sky

Sometimes in the first week of September this year, a large middle age man with a charcoal in his hand was making a sketch on the wall of the garage on Preble Street in my neighborhood. Everyday, after I got off the subway, I crossed Dorchester Street I saw him at the garage wall. Sometimes a few people who passed the garage stopped and watched him at work. But most of the time he was on his own.

His sketches started to take shape. It looked like he was sketching the old Andrew Subway Station. Every morning when I passed the wall, I took a quick look at his WIP.The following week he added the colors, but instead of red, the trolley was in orange, but nothing was special about the painting on the wall from my untrained eyes.

The next three weeks after the school semester started, I didn't get off at Andrew Station after work. Instead I got off at JFK Subway Station, where I took a shuttle to UMass campus.

It was Thursday evening, the first week of October. I had a long day at work.I didn't leave work until 6:30 pm. The clinical meeting lasted longer than usual. It was a long day actually.When I got off the train, the sun was long gone, but it wasn't completely dark. The fall was still lingering around and enchanting. The air was a bit chilly but you still could get away with a light sweater.

As I crossed Dorchester Street, I saw the completed work on the wall. I was amazeed to see the painting without a sunlight. A breathtaking.

 

 

And the shot on the right was taken yesterday.

Light at the End of Tunnel

In my neighborhood yesterday morning on my way to subsway station. Wasn't heavenly beautiful?

It's Cold Out There, and......................

I want to brighten up my Mellow Yellow Monda #48 with a bee on a sunflower I captured at Farmer's Market in summer.

 

  A View fom a  Window  of  Boston Public Library. Only there's not much of a view to look at, but I like it. I was on the top floor at BPL today. Heading down to a lower level. I was standing across of this section.
And oh yesssssss, they have another book sale on mezzanine floor. I had to restraint myself because I haven't put away a dozen books I bought last month when they had the sale. This time I got myself The Cry of the Dove by Fadia Faqir,  The Tender Land by Kathlenn Finneran, Gut Symmetries by Jeanette Winterson, Lulu Meets God and Doubts Him by Danielled Ganek and A Student of Living Things by Susan Richard Shreve. Early Christmas presents, eh?

Mobile Home

 
A homeless pushing the cart loaded with her/is possession has become part of the landscape in the big cities in America. The owner of this cart was in the store getting a banana and a cup of hot coffee. The guy at the cash register told him to grab two more bananas and an apple. It's on the house, he told the man. The homeless man paid his coffee, thanked the man at the cash register and walked out of the store.