14. My father drove a cab in New York for 41 years. He left the house at 3 p.m. & returned at 3 a.m. Even though my parents never understood my wanting to attend college, their sacrifices prepared the way. After he retired, they moved upstate to Monticello & …
13. My parents on our annual two-week vacation at an upstate bungalow colony, dressed to go out in the evening. During the day my brother & I played in the woods & picked wild blueberries to have later with sour cream. Heaven.
12. The late 60’s on. Integrating myself into America meant joining a cultural & political ferment that shows no sign of abating…
11. America in the 1950’s. My wife, raised as a midwest Unitarian (though long since fled to become a coastal beatnik intellectual) swam through these commodities like a fish through water. As a child, it was all inexplicable to me…
10a, 10b. I have always been attracted to Zen Buddhism with it’s emphasis on living in the immediate present or, as Talmud says, “If not now, when?”
9. This is the most personal of all of these images. From Blake’s image of God emanates the light from which our Jewish being is derived. At the bottom, I, as an infant look alarmed at what is raining down upon me, as well I might. My mother, very …
8. For better or worse, we live in extraordinary historical times & we only hope that we can pedal through them undisturbed. This is a visual essay. I am trying to disentangle the aesthetic from the moral &, the more I try, the more I see it’s impossibility.
7. World War II. Men of my father’s generation served in the American armed forces. My Uncle Sammy (in the picture frame) remained in the Air Force until he retired as a Sargent. My Uncle Maurice was an educated man who came from Panama to find a Jewish woman …