Update about blog

Dawn 7:01 Mountain Time Aug 15, 2026. Marking the sun coming over the mountains behind my apartment on the smoke stack of the Powerhouse.

Saturday, October 3, 2020

Some Sepia photos I've been hanging onto

 

A famous photograph of men lunching on an I-beam (640 feet above the New York streets) while building Rockefeller Center during the depression. It was planned on September 20, 1932, on the 69th floor of the RCA Building, It appeared in the Sunday photo supplement of the New York Herald Tribune on October 2, 1932. For many years noobody knew who the photographer had been, but it was credited to Charles C. Ebbets in 2003. Incidentally, the floor below it had been finished already, so this view kind of belies the fact of only being 20 feet or so above another floor.

The rest of the story...

A movie was made of the immigrants who worked as construction iron workers...I'm not sure who the director was...probably an immigrant. There was some mention of Irish immigrants, and American Indians. Only a few of the men in the photo have been identified.

And then there's another immigrant, 
Sergio Furnari, to whom the photograph spoke...

Saturday, November 26, 2011

Sergio Furnari's "Lunchtime on a Skyscraper"

"...Decades later a poster of the photograph hung in shop window on Fifth Avenue when sculptor Sergio Furnari walked by. The Sicilian-born Furnari was new to America and the image captivated him. The faces of the workers—mostly immigrants—spoke to him. 

“ 'I know how they felt,' he later recalled to New York Times reporter Leslie Chess Feller, 'I looked at those faces and knew I had to capture them in clay. Like me, they were immigrants, poor people who worked hard.'

"Furnari started out creating a life-size version of the photograph. The figures were executed in terra cotta, cement, fiberglass and metal. One-by-one the completed statues were welded to an I-beam which Furnari attached to his truck. The work in progress was exhibited around the city, wherever the artist would park.

"As he worked on the astonishing sculpture he said '
Those men were real people. Each one has, I think, a soul. I feel it when I sculpt them, when I touch their faces and make their features come out of the clay. It’s like I keep their spirit alive.'

"Furnari called his work “Lunchtime on a Skyscraper—A Tribute to America’s Heroes.” That title would take on new significance on the morning of September 11, 2001.

"The work was nearly finished. Only one figure was left to complete. That morning Furnari and his wife, illustrator Julia Licht, watched the collapse of the World Trade Towers from their apartment window.

"Within the next few weeks working heroes would have a new meaning for Furnari and his sculpture.
photo by Alice Lum

Each figure was executed with minute detail -- photo by Tien Mao
Furnari's sculpture became a mobile piece, touring the country -- photo newyorkdailyphoto.blogspot.com



The work was completed in October. Meanwhile hundreds of workmen toiled in the still-smoldering ruins of Ground Zero. “The twin towers were made by the ironworkers, and it was the ironworkers that had to remove the whole steel out of Ground Zero,” he later related.

:Furnari transported the inspiring work to the site as both a tribute and an encouragement to the workmen. 'When they were down in the hole, nobody was smiling. But when they were by the statue, they were inspired, and realized their work was appreciated,' he said. The sculpture uplifted the workers for five months.

"In 2003 Furnari attached the 25-foot, one-ton sculpture onto his truck and set off on a nationwide road trip in hopes of bringing ;the American and New York spirit all over America.' He encouraged people across the country who saw the work to sign his truck. Before the end of the tour, millions of Americans had seen the sculpture.
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"Upon its return to the city “Lunchtime on a Skyscraper” became a sort of mobile museum, appearing here and there and always attracting a great amount of attention. Unfortunately, in January 2007 it attracted the wrong type of attention.

"Thieves broke into the Furnari’s Queens facility and one of the figures was unbolted and stolen.

“I feel like they stole a part of me a part of my life,” the artist told a New York Post reporter. The 100-lb. figure was never recovered.

"The essence of the work moves the observer and in 2010 a copy was commissioned by owners of a Valparaiso, Indiana restaurant named “Industrial Revolution.” One of the owners, Mike Lesson, explained 'The restaurant is dedicated to everyday people who take risks and is a tribute to the workers who built this country.'

"Furnari still tours his sculpture around on his truck—a newer one than the one which first transported the work—providing a unexpected delight for New Yorkers an d tourists lucky enough to be in the right place at the right time."

SOURCE: Daytonian in Manhattan: The stories behind the buildings, statues and other points of interest that make Manhattan fascinating, by Tom Miller, HERE.










I don't know who drew this, but I firmly agree with what RBG said. What a woman. What a leader! May we all live our lives with as much dedication to our belief in democracy and freedom of all people as she did.


All alone sitting by the shore. Sepia Saturday shows this gentleman, probably taken sometime before the 1960s...I'd guess the 30's. Check out what other's have come up with as this may inspire them. And by the time Saturday comes, it will have some details of the photo, giving it credit and date (I hope.)


A more modern photo of a friend who recently visited the shore, listening to the waves in a seashell. Well, you do know about that, I hope. Try it if you haven't ever done so.





Friday, October 2, 2020

Today, and maybe tomorrow.

I enjoy reading a lot of other blogs (as you can see by my lists over in the right column. So I found some things that I like to keep track of, by sharing them on my own blog.

For today, I saw these photos of a wall in a gas station in Canada.  Here's the blog site, and here are some of the photos. I like that Jessey Pacho made art from words...much as graffiti does. He's celebrating the front-liine workers during the pandemic.





I shared them on Facebook also, in honor of my friend Teresa, and cousin, Cynthia. Thanks to Junkboat Travels blog.

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And here's an animated video that helps us consider, imagine, and perhaps have some hope for the future...

A Message from the Future with Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez. It is somewhat dated, but you'll get the idea.

It echoes my own fervent hopes for a brighter future after our election.

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I've started the pulmonary rehab (same gym, and classroom which we used for the Ornish cardiac rehab. But different leadership...all with a slightly fun competition.

I'm focused a bit differently in my hour of exercise, and will have a different slant on the education as well...and I must try to remember it all to tell my friends who are also interested in improving their lung function.

My first real impression is that there are an awful lot of people coming for this rehab. My group is only 5 who are called Freshmen. Then there are Seniors (and I don't know how many there are of them.) And then there are about 15-20 people that come as maintenance. And in 2 weeks there will be 30 of us. 

How does this effect the gym?

They ran out of sterile wipes today, for each piece of equipment is cleaned after each person finishes with it.

They are on order, we were told.


Today's quote:

"Bless what there is, for being." Whatever it be, bless it because it exists; you need no other reason.

BR. DAVID STEINDL-RAST

Thursday, October 1, 2020

water and rocks and a few people

Happy OCTOBER everyone!

Maybe my friend's shadow is on the closest rock, as we looked at the water from the bridge.



At first I inadvertently captured this young mother carrying her baby...(in the shot I posted before with the comment about the white flat water seen through the hole, HERE.) 


But then I saw the charm in her hat and her infant as she walked over the rocks toward us, then actually passed us on the bridge, with yet another child of about 5.

A view of the steps we would have to climb back up to the parking lot...the very beginning steps that is.

I like how the bridge stops and we have to walk on that big rock. I wonder how long this bridge has been this way...and if it's anchored to the rocks.

My friend, Helen liked staying on the bridge looking at the sights downstream.

Today's quote:
Thomas Merton wrote, “there is always a temptation to diddle around in the contemplative life, making itsy-bitsy statues.” There is always an enormous temptation in all of life to diddle around making itsy-bitsy friends and meals and journeys for itsy-bitsy years on end. It is so self-conscious, so apparently moral, simply to step aside from the gaps where the creeks and winds pour down, saying, I never merited this grace, quite rightly, and then to sulk along the rest of your days on the edge of rage. 

I won’t have it. The world is wilder than that in all directions, more dangerous and bitter, more extravagant and bright. We are making hay when we should be making whoopee; we are raising tomatoes when we should be raising Cain, or Lazarus.

Go up into the gaps. If you can find them; they shift and vanish too. Stalk the gaps. Squeak into a gap in the soil, turn, and unlock-more than a maple- a universe. This is how you spend this afternoon, and tomorrow morning, and tomorrow afternoon. Spend the afternoon. You can’t take it with you.



—Annie Dillard
Pilgrim at Tinker Creek

Wednesday, September 30, 2020

Here she comes...the autumn magical fairy

If Jack Frost can make the pumpkins get ripe...he also may influence all the wonderful colors in Autumn. We've passed the equinox back on the 22nd. And I've been looking for colors. But I decided that credit should be due to a magical fairy who might fly about and touch trees with color.

Whoever is doing it, they are early in these parts.

Goldenrod is having a great year, everywhere I went.

Oh, you noticed this isn't goldenrod. I don't know its name however...

The bradford pear is starting to turn, and my car usually is parked a spot away from the one in this photo.


The north side of a kind of maple has these deep red leaves...or maybe I''m wrong about it being a maple.

Bank parking lot in downtown Black Mountain usually has some pretty colors, and one tree is ahead of the other!

I live on the north side of these trees, and I think the colors start on the south side - maybe.

A bit of sunshining through the trees, points out the presence of yellow leaves, which I don't see usually from my window.





The view from my balcony, or living room windows, now shows some mountain blue through the maple trees, which are loosing leaves pretty fast these days!


 

Tuesday, September 29, 2020

Going down a path means coming back up

We went to visit Graveyard Fields on the Blue Ridge Parkway last week.


The map at the entrance shows a loop with the first site to enjoy being some falls, at 0.2 miles downhill from where we start. The stairs lead down to a paved path, which also goes down at a steady pitch. It didn't take us very long to walk down a fifth of a mile, and before reaching the second and third sets of stairs, we heard the water gurgling over rocks. I wouldn't call it a falls, but a cascade, actually.


Of course going back up was quite a task, and I huffed and puffed and stopped to rest as much as I needed to. Helen was keeping pace with me, and she's (ahem) 3 years older than I am, and in better shape.

Some young boys were actually going into the water off down the river a ways. 

I did walk out on that spit of rock to do a small ritual, the one where you throw a rock into running water and give away anything that is no longer of use to yourself. It's similar to the Jewish cleansing gesture to give away sins. As a Pagan, I don't believe in sins, but certainly have a lot of things that I accumulate to carry around psychologically.

It was easy enough to get to my rock by crossing the bridge and going down those steps.


From the bridge, I loved seeing the water flow and the colors of rocks it had carved through many years. I have more photos of the water and rocks to share another post.


We both noticed the little white area of water through a hole in the rocks in the distance to the right.  There the water was perfectly still and white. But we didn't go any further along the path, which loops around behind the trees to the left.  Maybe next time...



A young woman volunteered to take our picture, so we posed...but it's a bit hard to see our smiles! I'm on the left, and Helen is on the right.

It was great to get back to the top and finally get to the car, and we wished we had brought water bottles. But we didn't, and thus just rode home along the parkway and managed to keep on talking. Remember we wore masks in the car as well as hiking!


Monday, September 28, 2020

Lunch on high

 Up on the Blue Ridge Parkway, that is...




While waiting to go to the dining room at the Pisgah Inn, we strolled on the viewing area where many rockers invite people to enjoy the view. There weren't that many people, but we never sat in rockers. We had a reservation and had noted (can't have anything but a request) that we'd like to be by the windows.


This is the very small Lodge with rooms for overnight visits. 


So we climbed the stairs up to the dining room a few minutes before our reservation came...and had time to browse a bit in the gift shop.

And we got a wonderful table looking out at the bluish tinted mountains in the distance.

Helen and I had worn our masks the whole way driving there, and didn't take them off until we started eating.  Unfortunately though the distance toward one direction to the next table was almost 5 feet, the one behind us was only 3 feet and apparently had a reservation for 3, with one person just a couple of feet from us. So we moved to the far side of our nice big round table, which provided enough room that we weren't breathing on anyone, nor were they. This was the first time I'd eaten in a restaurant "inside" as a COVID avoiding person, and I sure wanted my distance. So did Helen.

We enjoyed our salads, and our desert of French Silk Pie, and forgot to take photos of them. I fell off my diet with the pie, but avoided the dairy of a scoop of ice cream with it. That didn't used to get included. But Helen had hers.


The Pisgah Inn is located above 5000 feet, (as shown above in a photo from their site on line) and the mountain can be seen from many places in Asheville. There are also hiking trails, and a campground, which we weren't interested in.

TODAY'S QUOTE:

If we live in the moment, we are not in time. 
If you think, "I'm a retired person. I've retired from my role,"
 you are looking back at your life. It's retrospective; it's life in the rear-view mirror.
 If you're young, you might be thinking, "I have my whole life ahead of me. 
This is what I'll do later." That kind of thinking is called time-binding.
 It causes us to focus on the past or the future 
and to worry about what comes next.

Getting caught up in memories of the past or worrying about the future
 is a form of self-imposed suffering. Either retirement or youth 
can be seen as moving on, time for something different, something new.
 Aging is not a culmination. Youth isn't preparation for later.
 This isn't the end of the line or the beginning.

Now isn't a time to look back or plan ahead. 
It's time to just be present. The present is timeless. 
Being in the moment, just being here with what is,
 is ageless and eternal​.​ 

 Ram Dass


Sunday, September 27, 2020

Lunch al fresca

 


Met with friends for lunch outside at Black Mountain Bistro. We all brought home some of the food we didn't finish. And we caught up on the doings of each other. It was fun, on a coolish fall day with little heater fires in small portable fire pits. Our fifth member of the group took this photo for us. Thanks, Judy!


And here's a shot of the left overs from my salad which I enjoyed the next day at home!



Two of my friends split a desert of coconut cake, but this amount went home as a left over as well...but not to my house!


Here's a cute video song about RBG...pretty good! (Blogger can't find the video as YouTube, but here is the link).

I am Ruth!


Saturday, September 26, 2020

Happy birthday Bill Murray

 "It was in Paris that Murray studied the work of the Greco-Armenian Sufi mystic G.I. Gurdjieff, who describes a path to enlightenment called "the way of the sly man," one who makes maximum use of "the world, the self, and the self that is observing everything." This concept, according to the Wisecrack video, has become integral to Murray's distinctive way of not just acting, but being.

Gage Skidmore, via Wikimedia Commons

Here's the whole article in Open Culture the-life-work-philosophy-of-bill-murray... including 3 short video interviews.


But what caught my attention was the paragraph (as quoted above) where his philosophyis described as being like Gurdjieff . Somehow, when I studied Gurdjieff, and the books of his followers, I never laughed like I do watching Bill Murray. Must be why I dropped that way of thinking...though I do like how Mindfulness is kind of an offshoot of it. PAY ATTENTION!

So Happy birthday, last Monday actually, Bill Murray.

And since I'm publishing this on Sat, I'm going to have some Sepia Saturday stuff too. 

Isn't that Bill Murray over on the right in the photo below? 

He's totally missing the puckered lips of his multitasking date, who not only is ready for the kiss, but is holding both a cigarette and a drink. She must have been a bit disappointed in the eye/cheek/nose kiss. However, she does have another chance, since the guy behind her has his arm around her, and is smiling at the camera...or is that leering? 

Well, it was 1954, and somehow the British Army was "On the Rhine," and having a Christmas party. We all know how Christmas parties go. Actually this is the second time this photo has been a Sepia Saturday prompt. I can't find whatever it was, if I actually posted something from this prompt....and I looked at these blogs back to 2013. It must have been on one of my other blogs. And I don't choose to go down that rabbit hole.




Do come over to Sepia Saturday, to see what other people have discovered in their historic photos!

And I hope Bill Murray has many happy returns and that his 70th year is totally awesome.


And if you remember how I snuck into my last Sepia Saturday post, information from an article about plastics...well, here's more. We need to get on top of this!! (So here's the entire article from Treehugger.)

Plastic Reduction Targets Are Far Too Low, Study Says

Even if goals are met, a cargo ship's worth of plastic will enter oceans daily by 2030.

You know all those promises that governments are making to curb single-use plastics and get a handle on plastic waste within the next five to 10 years? Unfortunately, they're not going to do much, even if they do take the shape of formal policies. They may be backed by good intentions, but the level of effort required to "fix" this problem is so extraordinary that current governmental reduction targets are completely off.


This disappointing news comes from a new study published in the journal Science. It is the result of a collaboration between researchers at the University of Toronto, University of Georgia, the Ocean Conservancy, and numerous other international institutions that have come together as the SESYNC (National Socio-Environmental Synthesis Center) working group. The group assessed the environmental impact of three plastic management strategies – reduction, waste management, and environmental recovery – at different levels of effort to figure out plastic emissions for 173 countries by the year 2030.


What they found was that, even if current government targets for plastic reduction were met (and that's optimistic), there would be as much as 53 million metric tons of plastic entering the world's oceans annually. That is roughly equivalent to one ship's cargo getting dumped daily in the ocean – obviously far too much.


If annual ocean plastic waste were to be shrunk down to less than 8 million metric tons, which is the number that Dr. Jenna Jambeck discovered back in 2015 when this subject made global headlines (and that was considered unacceptably high at the time), extreme efforts would be required. The SESYNC working group determined that 

"plastic production and waste would need to be reduced by 25-40%; all countries would need to properly manage 60–99% of all their waste [including in low-income economies]; and society would need to recover 40% of the remaining plastics that do enter the environment."

To put that final number into perspective, the Ocean Conservancy hosts an annual International Coastal Cleanup that attracts volunteers from over 100 countries every September. To recover 40% of plastics that enter the environment would mean one billion people participating in the cleanup event – a 90,000% increase from 2019. In other words, wonderful-sounding, but unrealistic.


Dr. Chelsea Rochman, assistant professor at the University of Toronto and senior advisor to the Ocean Conservancy, said the study has shown we need to be doing far more and don't have a moment to lose:

"Even if we achieve our most ambitious plastics reduction and recycling targets, the amount of plastic waste entering aquatic ecosystems could double by 2030. If we fail and continue along a ‘business as usual’ path, it could quadruple. The study lays bare that current commitments are not enough to stem the tide of plastic entering our aquatic ecosystems."

Governments do not seem to grasp the level of ambition they need to fight this problem, and should be willing to go to more extreme measures to do so. It's something for individuals to realize as well, and to keep in mind when making shopping decisions that relate to plastic. This is a fight that matters a lot, that needs to be taken more seriously, and that requires action now.