I admit that I love the Jersey-based reality shows. So when the opportunity came to celebrate the 24th birthday of Tracy DiMarco of the Style Network’s Jerseylicious, my coworker and I were more than excited to go.
moreTen days after the storm, downed branches are still piled on curbs like fortress walls...
moreSee you Monday, April 11th. Meanwhile, here's a parting shot...
moreLast look at the twinned tints, this time with an orange intruder...
moreYet another take on the tale of two turquoises...
moreA chromatic confluence at the Shop-Rite in West Orange...
moreWith the ninth anniversary of the 9/11 attacks approaching, Essex County Country Club in West Orange has organized the Flight 93 National Memorial Golf Fundraiser to take place Aug 23 and 24th. It's not too late to participate.
Why a golf fundraiser in New Jersey for a national park and memorial being built in Shanksville, Pennsylvania? It actually makes a lot of sense. Read on...
morePlain Sight will take a breather as I head to Portland, Maine for a family wedding and a few days of R&R. Back Wednesday, Sept. 2. Meanwhile, a few vacationy images...
moreI have a series of pictures I call "Souls Have Shapes." The title comes from the first stanza of a poem, "My Sisters," by Stanley Kunitz:
Who whispered, souls have shapes?/ So does the wind, I say./ But I don't know,/ I only feel things blow.
moreLate afternoon sun does something even for entrances not ready for their closeup...
moreYesterday's late afternoon sun begged to be beheld and basked in, and on St. Patrick's Day what better place than by a bright green door?
moreTalk about a windshield filler. Such is the view from the driver's seat as I sat behind a dump truck at a red light in West Orange.
moreIn 2005, my father, Mel Levin, who was suffering from Alzheimer's, fell while walking with my mother, Roz, in their West Orange neighborhood.
He was not seriously injured, but he spent the next several days in confusion and pain in a room in St. Barnabus Hospital in Livingston.
more"Paula" posted a question about whether I am still on speaking terms with my next-door neighbor, who backed into me with his SUV while I was mowing my lawn on Sunday, sending me to the hospital in an ambulance with my neck in a brace.
How this freak accident happened I attempted to describe in Tuesday and Wednesday's Plain Sight.
The answer to Paula's question is...
moreThe telephone poles were taller than the trees in the new West Orange neighborhood my family moved to in 1963.
