I’ve always liked trees. I remember freaking out a little bit as a kid when Smokey the Bear told me trees can’t run from forest fires. Later it occurred to me that trees are the nerve endings of the planet. Leafless trees in the winter have as much character to me as they do with full foliage and fall colors. I give quiet thanks to the tree gods whenever I burn some wood in a fire or a stove. You could say I’m something of a treehugger. If I was really ambitious, I would’ve recorded all the trees and camera spots and taken shots during all four seasons — I do sort of know where some of them are. These trees are in Williamburg, East Village, Upper West Side, and Riverside Park.
In college, I was a prolific music critic but I got disillusioned with the music business at an early postgraduate stage. To get back to more music advocacy, I have loaded the Grooveshark plug-in which allows me to add a music player to posts. My first installment here has a couple songs from the San Francisco space-lounge act called Tipsy. Enjoy!