A. Murray Photographs

Rain Slick - A New York City Street

2009-11-30T11:33:00.002-05:00

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Crane in the Rain

2009-11-30T11:32:00.000-05:00

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Lady in the Mist

2009-11-30T11:30:00.000-05:00

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Liberty Island Walk

2009-11-30T11:27:00.000-05:00

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Invisible Men

2009-11-29T19:09:00.003-05:00

Docking at Liberty Island.

Sometimes people rode these boats as a means of keeping warm. The fare was cheap. They might get kicked out of the terminals for loitering, but once on the boat, they could relax and catch some safe sleep.

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Midnight at the Oasis

2009-11-29T19:06:00.001-05:00

Staten Island Ferry Terminal

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Hyacinth

2009-11-29T19:03:00.000-05:00

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Road to Nowhere U.S.A.

2009-11-29T19:01:00.001-05:00

In fact, my dogs were waiting for me in the station wagon, and the road led to home, and dinner, don't forget dinner. Woof!

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Captivity

2009-11-29T18:20:00.000-05:00

A landscape in a dish.

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Guardian of the Trellis

2009-11-29T18:14:00.000-05:00

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B.B.G. Winter Bench

2009-11-29T18:12:00.001-05:00

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B.B.G. Indoors - Begonia

2009-11-29T18:03:00.003-05:00

During brutal winter, something lovely waits behind glass walls.

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Brooklyn Botanical Garden Indoors - Out of the Snow

2009-11-29T17:55:00.003-05:00

Fountain with ferns. And warmth! 'Twas cold on this day.

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1. Victoria Pensive 2. Mother and Son

2009-11-27T20:08:00.007-05:00

These photos, not taken by me, are of a family gathered together during the holidays, a couple of years ago. They are the reflections of the subjects in a large mirror behind them. I distorted Mother and Son to give it an otherworldly atmosphere. The colors are deepened, and it appears to be night rather than day.

Victoria Pensive is the actual reflection cropped very close. I felt when I saw the photo, there was an air of isolation about the woman. She seems to be entirely alone, as though the heart is reflected. In fact, she is smiling in the original and is very much a part of a happy group. I used B&W Styler to arrive at the color.

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Victoria Pensive

Mother and Son

Green Mystery Sunfall

2009-11-27T19:56:00.001-05:00

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One of Those Days

2009-11-27T19:54:00.001-05:00

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Nude at Sewing Machine

2009-11-27T19:49:00.001-05:00

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Between Dark and Light

2009-11-27T19:47:00.001-05:00

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Followers

2009-11-27T19:45:00.002-05:00

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Hetrick's Barn

2007-03-03T19:36:00.003-05:00

I hate this barn picture. I am not bucolic by nature.

Bu col ic–adjective Also, bu⋅col⋅i⋅cal.
1. of or pertaining to shepherds; pastoral.
2. of, pertaining to, or suggesting an idyllic rural life.

Give me grungy city streets any day.

It's true.

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Once upon a time...

2007-03-01T08:59:00.001-05:00

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The sky melted like a tear of milk. The people too were saddened, and wept.

You could still see the old sky if you looked quickly out of the corner of your eye. The people were amazed, and heads turned like toys on sticks, as they tried to see the old sky entirely.

A new sky appeared without warning. The people were displeased. But it was too late. So they learned to live with it. After a while, the people forgot there ever was an old sky, and went back to TV for their pleasure.

The "Once upon a time" series is dedicated to Jigs Javier.

Crazy Sky 2

2007-03-01T08:00:00.000-05:00

Faces in the Snow

2007-02-26T23:00:00.000-05:00

Scene Revisited

2007-02-25T14:03:00.000-05:00

Out on a Wing - Chrysler Building N.Y.C.

2007-02-24T17:05:00.000-05:00

Blossom 1

2007-02-24T12:50:00.000-05:00

Study in Gray and Black

2007-02-24T12:45:00.000-05:00

A Path for Ara

2007-02-15T21:11:00.000-05:00

As fits the season...two from the Brooklyn N. Y Botanical Garden

2007-02-15T20:39:00.000-05:00

Treeline

Avenue of Trees

Starset

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So-Blu

2007-02-15T16:55:00.000-05:00

Crazy Sky 1

2007-02-15T16:48:00.000-05:00

Between Highs

2007-02-15T16:35:00.000-05:00

Solo Strollo

2007-02-15T16:24:00.000-05:00

Three Men

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Three Women

2007-02-14T19:09:00.000-05:00

The Traveler

2007-02-14T19:08:00.000-05:00

Black Hole

2007-02-14T17:39:00.000-05:00

The Dangerous Hour

2007-02-13T11:38:00.000-05:00

Bronze Water

2007-02-13T11:32:00.001-05:00

Michael D. Lawson - He smiles at me!

2007-02-13T11:32:00.000-05:00

Moon Over Art - Through a Bus Window

2007-02-13T11:30:00.000-05:00

West Side Highway N.Y.C.

2007-02-13T11:25:00.000-05:00

Waterfront

2007-02-13T11:00:00.000-05:00

Barbara King - As Into A Dream

2007-02-12T23:38:00.000-05:00

The Boots of Barbara King

2007-02-12T23:35:00.000-05:00

Entrance Into Wood

2007-02-12T23:34:00.000-05:00

Entrance Into Wood
Pablo Neruda

Scarcely with my reason, with my fingers
with slow waters indolently swamped,
I fall into the realm of forget-me-nots,
into a tenacious air of mournfulness,
a decayed forgotten hall
and a cluster of bitter clover.

I fall into the shadows, to the core,
of shattered things,
and I see spiders, and I graze on thickets
of secret inconclusive woods,
and I pace through soaked, uprooted fibers
at the living heart of matter and silence.

Oh lovely matter, oh rose of dry wings,
as I drown I cling to your petals
my feet are burning with fatigue,
I kneel in your harsh cathedral
beating my lips with an angel.

It is because I am myself
faced with your color of world,
faced with your pale dead swords,
faced with your united hearts,
faced with your silent multitude.

I am the one facing your wave of dying fragrances,
wrapped in autumn and resistance;
about to take a funeral journey
along the ridges of yellow scars;
I with my lamentations that have no genesis
hungry, sleepless, alone
arriving at your mysterious essence.

I see the course of your petrified currents,
the growth of frozen, interrupted hands.
I hear your oceanic vegetation
rustling - shaken by night and fury
and I feel the leaves dying inward - to the very core
fusing their green substances
to your abandoned immobility.

Pores, veins, rings of sweetness,
weight, silent temperatures,
arrows piercing your fallen soul,
beings asleep in your thick mouth
shreds of sweet consumed pulp,
ashes filled with extinguished souls,
gather to me, to my measureless dream,
fall into my bedroom where night falls
and endlessly falls like broken water
and bind me to your life and to your death
to your docile substances,
to your dead neutral doves,
and let us make fire, and silence, and sound,
and let us burn, and be silent, and bells.

Building Art - N.Y.C.

2007-02-12T23:30:00.000-05:00

The Chrysler Building, N.Y.C.

2007-02-12T23:26:00.000-05:00

New York City Chariot

2007-02-12T23:20:00.000-05:00

Red Sunset

2007-02-12T22:15:00.001-05:00

Strange Country

2007-02-12T22:14:00.000-05:00

Paradise of the Damned

2007-02-12T22:12:00.000-05:00

Ghost Ship Passengers

2007-02-12T22:10:00.000-05:00

World Through Tears

2007-02-12T21:08:00.000-05:00