My Neighborhood at Night

On January 12, 2018 By dancingpalmtreesIn Uncategorized2 Comments

Loving the effects of light, shadows, darkness, plus Fog all combined during Friday’s Early Morning Fog. Enjoyed the opportunity to capture the Misty qualities.

Roaming Urban Gypsy

My Neighborhood at Night

Brownsville/Bed-Stuy ~ Brooklyn

Walking from Broadway Junction Subway Station Via Fulton Street

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My Beauty Transformation

On January 12, 2018 By dancingpalmtreesIn Uncategorized4 Comments

Self Care. Love Hair! Love Your Body! Love Yourself! Do You!! Ladies Make time for Pampering!

Roaming Urban Gypsy

My Beauty Transformation

Haircut by Mel the Barber

Self care

Took a Bubble bath in which I added Coconut milk. One can directly into my bath water and the other can I poured onto my hair. After my bath I applied Coconut oil to my hair.

Love your Hair, Love Yourself.

Out of the tub and my curls are popping!

Fridays are Refresh the Hair Color Day. I always make sure I deep condition my hair on the weekends. I Treat My Afro Hair with Love and it Loves me back!

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Railroad Tracks

On January 12, 2018December 10, 2017 By dancingpalmtreesIn Abandoned Subway Stations, Bergen Street Subway Station, Chambers Street Subway Station, Charlie Parker, J Subway Train, L Subway Train, L Subway Train 14th Street, L Train, Subway, Subway Icarus, Subway Station, Subway Suicide, Subway Train, Subway train cars, Uncategorized1 Comment

Railroad Tracks

Railroad Tracks going up and down her arms. A magnificent bloody detailed needlepoint. Crack pipe blues. Give me an avalanche of poison for my rebirth.

You don’t understand my journey. It is one of withdrawal.

I.V. Drip, Drip, Drip, Drip

Glazed look in his eyes transfers to me giving me Restless Womb Syndrome. He kissed me with such fervor and hunger that I thought he’d eat me alive. He did.

Another baby born for sacrifice. Screaming. Shaking. Yelling. Crying. Wailing. Babies future fodder for grottoes and guttersnipes. Prison Pipelines like those white lines going up her nose.

Running a Train. Subway Icarus suicide. Fried Flesh scent lives in my nostrils brain memory. A Train to nowhere and oblivion.