Sloth, Maybe?

  About a month ago, a new public park was opened near where I live.  It took two years to construct as my wife and I would trudge up a winding street just to get to the hiking trail at the top of the hill. Martin Ginsburg Public Park provides a scenic path with beautiful flora and sculpture built along a stairway that leads to the Aqueduct Trail that starts in Downtown Yonkers and ends in Croton Harmon, NY. The stairway provides benches at every landing where you can relax if you get winded, or if you want to take in the scenery. Below are photos I took of the Park. - JJB

This April, I took a walk along the Aqueduct Trail near my home.  I was taken by the first light green leaves that arched over the path. Every time I see the light green leaves at the beginning of spring, I am filled with a sense of home.  The godawful chill and razor sharp winds of the winter are replaced with a balmy calmness.  I no longer feel the need to shield myself from the elements with layers of clothing and I can amble along the streets and trails with just the necessary amount of clothing - the closest I can go au naturale. Here then are some photos of the virgin green and the pink blossoms I encountered on a sunny 78⁰ day in early April . - JJB

  Yes, there's no debate that Ghislaine Maxwell is a monster. But did you know that she was my patron during my brief artistic career? It's true! However my good fortune didn't last long. Let this be a lesson to you youngsters.  Be careful of which horse you choose to hitch your wagon. But my next project is a remake of a film classic.  Fortune favors the bold! - BJJ

There are days when creativity flows from your fingers like a flooded riverbed.  Each finger is a tributary that leads to a snaking body of water that manifests itself in a keyboard (musical or typing), a brush, a chisel, a cello, ballet shoes, or even scanning the skies with a telescope in search for a new star. Then there are the days when that riverbed dries up.  You sit before the implement of your creativity with a blank stare.  Minutes, hours, days go by.  You know you should go for a walk, do some weight training, or at least meditate to clear your mind.  You return to your office or studio, and the riverbed is still barren. Your magnum opus refuses to come to fruition. Melancholia I, by Albrecht Dürer (Public Domain)  I find myself indulging in the least constructive vices to distract my mind from my writing and my art.  My most corrosive vice is YouTube. I will spend hours scrolling from one recommended video to another.  I will sometime...