Art and Expeditions

I invite you to embark on an ongoing photographic odyssey - one of exotic locales, colorful characters, strange customs and untold adventures. Not to be overshadowed, New York City, a microcosm of the world, pulsates with art, fashion and culture, with surprises and contradictions all its own. Long Island beckons too, from North Fork vineyards to South Shore beaches. I hope my paintings and photos inspire and inform. Click on images to link to Flickr and on OLDER POSTS for additional content.

Tupac

Tupac, originally uploaded by lionheart613.

Just saw Tupac Resurrection. He was a talented man with a big heart and a soothing rap. We will miss you, Drew on iPad2 asketch app while watching.

Self portrait

Self portrait, originally uploaded by lionheart613.

I noticed my reflection in the glare on the iPad screen. This is why I have a kindle reader. However, I traced la línea con my finger on the asketch app, this is the result.

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Shakespeare

Be not afeard. The isle is full of noises,
Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight, and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears; and sometimes voices,
That, if I then had wak’d after long sleep,
Will make me sleep again; and then, in dreaming,
The clouds methought would open and show riches
Ready to drop upon me, that, when I wak’d,
I cried to dream again.

The Tempest, Act III

Caliban, scene ii

Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits, and
Are melted into air, into thin air:
And like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capp'd tow'rs, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on; and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.

The Tempest, Act IV, scene i

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