Brooklyn, NY

August 28, 2013

Was it a huntsman or a player
That made you pay the cost
That now assumes relaxed positions
And prostitutes your loss?
Were you tortured by your own thirst
In those pleasures that you seek
That made you Tom the curious
That makes you James the weak?

And you claim you got something going
Something you call unique
But I’ve seen your self-pity showing
As the tears rolled down your cheeks

Soon you know I’ll leave you
And I’ll never look behind
‘Cos I was born for the purpose
That crucifies your mind
So con, convince your mirror
As you’ve always done before
Giving substance to shadows
Giving substance ever more

And you assume you got something to offer
Secrets shiny and new
But how much of you is repetition
That you didn’t whisper to him too


The song goes somewhat well with the street photos I took when I went out for a walk in Brooklyn after hurricane Sandy last November. Those days people were starting to leave their houses but it all still looked a little desolate. I hope to go back on a happier occasion.



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  • Reply Señora Allnut August 28, 2013 at 17:39

    fabulous street art, love your personal vision!,

  • Reply PinkCheetahVintage August 28, 2013 at 18:57


  • Reply Connie* August 29, 2013 at 00:54

    These photos are so wonderful!!! Brooklyn really is quite the place. You had quite an adventure in New York, didn’t you? I was worried about you! As messy as it is, I still miss New York.

  • Reply The Style Crone August 29, 2013 at 03:41

    You are a brilliant photographer!

  • Reply Hollie September 1, 2013 at 04:00

    we have no street art here. Not a drop. Maybe a swastika hastily spray painted on the back of a stop sign here and there…. but no real street art. Makes me sad.

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