Photos Found in the Shoebox

Giving mother respect ... My Mother, Catherine, at home in Detroit mid-1970s I am thinking about how our mothers share in our lives. Our joys are theirs. And our sorrows. Our sharing is not just in terms of outer events, like getting together and keeping in touch. Stories. But, in some mysterious way, more directly and intimately in the conduct of our lives and our experiences. It may be that our mothers feel us living inside them. Maybe not directly as such. But, in a shared resonance. Also, Mother Earth, doesn't she also share in our lives. And, maybe, in a way more visible and apparent. When we live heedless of our surroundings, the Earth . . . that has consequence to the environment . . . in the air we breathe, the water we drink, the food we grow and consume. T

 Poletown Detroit I grew up in Poletown. That was a neighborhood in Detroit populated by mostly folks of Polish descent. Was. It was razed to make room for a Cadillac plant. You can read all about it here on my blog When I Was a Boy .

  From the observation deck on the Empire State Building. Photo taken summer of 1963. First time in New York City. [Developed film and printed the photo myself. Quality is due to a scan from the original print.]

  Look closely. That's a 12-by-47-foot replica of a toy fire truck by Charles Ray parked outside in front of the Whitney Museum in  1993. Photo Charles Ray