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A celebratory gathering in the Mile-End area of the Plateau in Montreal. This event was for the welcoming of the son of a Rabbi from New York. The crowd was huddled together with anticipation, banners and flags. The whole street was a buzz of excitement. I was fortunate to have been invited by a friend who lives near by to witness and record the event.

 

As I was watching this crowd, my mind traveled to the days of my own forefathers who were Jews living in Eastern Europe and although one hundred plus years ago, they looked and dressed very similarly to the Hassidim living here in Montreal today. But the feeling that stood out the most for me was the fact that although, as a Jew, we share a common heritage, I felt very disconnected and remote from these people. I could hear their chatter and even could understand the Yiddish they were speaking. Yet I found them as curious and as distant from me as any one of the individuals of other cultures in the neighborhood who stood by watching the festivities.

Hundreds of Internet cats rallied outside the FCC in support of Chairman Tom Wheeler’s hints that the agency will pass strong Net Neutrality rules.

Hundreds of Internet cats rallied outside the FCC in support of Chairman Tom Wheeler’s hints that the agency will pass strong Net Neutrality rules.

A celebratory gathering in the Mile-End area of the Plateau in Montreal. This event was for the welcoming of the son of a Rabbi from New York. The crowd was huddled together with anticipation, banners and flags. The whole street was a buzz of excitement. I was fortunate to have been invited by a friend who lives near by to witness and record the event.

 

As I was watching this crowd, my mind traveled to the days of my own forefathers who were Jews living in Eastern Europe and although one hundred plus years ago, they looked and dressed very similarly to the Hassidim living here in Montreal today. But the feeling that stood out the most for me was the fact that although, as a Jew, we share a common heritage, I felt very disconnected and remote from these people. I could hear their chatter and even could understand the Yiddish they were speaking. Yet I found them as curious and as distant from me as any one of the individuals of other cultures in the neighborhood who stood by watching the festivities.

On July 23, 2014, hundreds of Free Press activists, allies and volunteers rallied for REAL Net Neutrality on President Obama's motorcade route as he attended a big fundraiser in the Hancock Park neighborhood of Los Angeles.

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head like a kite, the divorce and the cave singers at the comet tavern january 19, 2007

Sanctuary!!!

 

As Quasimodo cried out, upon the storming of Notre Dame Cathedral by the masses, to protect himself and Esmeralda from their hysteria, so do I scream out, silently as my voice falls on deaf ears in the abandoned, waste of this environmentally hostile site, where the polluting by-products of this facility are slowly seeping down and penetrating the soil underneath. Above there seems to be a false serenity that is reminiscent of the sacredness of a place of worship.

 

This series of photographs is my reflection on the “sanctity” of religion, as I draw a parallel between it and the secret evils of greed in our society.

 

An abandoned factory in Lachine Quebec, although now completely demolished, was a haven for young graffiti artists where they could express themselves through their art. It was a safe place for them to do so without interference from police or the law. The space also became a sanctuary and a haven for me, to peacefully explore it in silence. To meditate and capture its spirit in photographs.

 

November, 2004, group show, Morceaux Choisis (Chosen Pieces) artists of the gallery at Galerie de bouche à oreille, Montreal, Québec, Canada.

 

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photo by Stacie Isabella Turk/Ribbonhead

 

On July 23, 2014, hundreds of Free Press activists, allies and volunteers rallied for REAL Net Neutrality on President Obama's motorcade route as he attended a big fundraiser in the Hancock Park neighborhood of Los Angeles.

On July 23, 2014, hundreds of Free Press activists rallied for REAL Net Neutrality on President Obama's motorcade route as he attended a big fundraiser in the Hancock Park neighborhood of Los Angeles.

On July 23, 2014, hundreds of Free Press activists rallied for REAL Net Neutrality on President Obama's motorcade route as he attended a big fundraiser in the Hancock Park neighborhood of Los Angeles.

On July 23, 2014, hundreds of Free Press activists rallied for REAL Net Neutrality on President Obama's motorcade route as he attended a big fundraiser in the Hancock Park neighborhood of Los Angeles.

On July 23, 2014, hundreds of Free Press activists rallied for REAL Net Neutrality on President Obama's motorcade route as he attended a big fundraiser in the Hancock Park neighborhood of Los Angeles.

Hundreds of Internet cats rallied outside the FCC in support of Chairman Tom Wheeler’s hints that the agency will pass strong Net Neutrality rules.

A celebratory gathering in the Mile-End area of the Plateau in Montreal. This event was for the welcoming of the son of a Rabbi from New York. The crowd was huddled together with anticipation, banners and flags. The whole street was a buzz of excitement. I was fortunate to have been invited by a friend who lives near by to witness and record the event.

 

As I was watching this crowd, my mind traveled to the days of my own forefathers who were Jews living in Eastern Europe and although one hundred plus years ago, they looked and dressed very similarly to the Hassidim living here in Montreal today. But the feeling that stood out the most for me was the fact that although, as a Jew, we share a common heritage, I felt very disconnected and remote from these people. I could hear their chatter and even could understand the Yiddish they were speaking. Yet I found them as curious and as distant from me as any one of the individuals of other cultures in the neighborhood who stood by watching the festivities.

A celebratory gathering in the Mile-End area of the Plateau in Montreal. This event was for the welcoming of the son of a Rabbi from New York. The crowd was huddled together with anticipation, banners and flags. The whole street was a buzz of excitement. I was fortunate to have been invited by a friend who lives near by to witness and record the event.

 

As I was watching this crowd, my mind traveled to the days of my own forefathers who were Jews living in Eastern Europe and although one hundred plus years ago, they looked and dressed very similarly to the Hassidim living here in Montreal today. But the feeling that stood out the most for me was the fact that although, as a Jew, we share a common heritage, I felt very disconnected and remote from these people. I could hear their chatter and even could understand the Yiddish they were speaking. Yet I found them as curious and as distant from me as any one of the individuals of other cultures in the neighborhood who stood by watching the festivities.

A celebratory gathering in the Mile-End area of the Plateau in Montreal. This event was for the welcoming of the son of a Rabbi from New York. The crowd was huddled together with anticipation, banners and flags. The whole street was a buzz of excitement. I was fortunate to have been invited by a friend who lives near by to witness and record the event.

 

As I was watching this crowd, my mind traveled to the days of my own forefathers who were Jews living in Eastern Europe and although one hundred plus years ago, they looked and dressed very similarly to the Hassidim living here in Montreal today. But the feeling that stood out the most for me was the fact that although, as a Jew, we share a common heritage, I felt very disconnected and remote from these people. I could hear their chatter and even could understand the Yiddish they were speaking. Yet I found them as curious and as distant from me as any one of the individuals of other cultures in the neighborhood who stood by watching the festivities.

photo by Stacie Isabella Turk/Ribbonhead

 

On July 23, 2014, hundreds of Free Press activists, allies and volunteers rallied for REAL Net Neutrality on President Obama's motorcade route as he attended a big fundraiser in the Hancock Park neighborhood of Los Angeles.

On July 23, 2014, hundreds of Free Press activists rallied for REAL Net Neutrality on President Obama's motorcade route as he attended a big fundraiser in the Hancock Park neighborhood of Los Angeles.

Hundreds of Internet cats rallied outside the FCC in support of Chairman Tom Wheeler’s hints that the agency will pass strong Net Neutrality rules.

A celebratory gathering in the Mile-End area of the Plateau in Montreal. This event was for the welcoming of the son of a Rabbi from New York. The crowd was huddled together with anticipation, banners and flags. The whole street was a buzz of excitement. I was fortunate to have been invited by a friend who lives near by to witness and record the event.

 

As I was watching this crowd, my mind traveled to the days of my own forefathers who were Jews living in Eastern Europe and although one hundred plus years ago, they looked and dressed very similarly to the Hassidim living here in Montreal today. But the feeling that stood out the most for me was the fact that although, as a Jew, we share a common heritage, I felt very disconnected and remote from these people. I could hear their chatter and even could understand the Yiddish they were speaking. Yet I found them as curious and as distant from me as any one of the individuals of other cultures in the neighborhood who stood by watching the festivities.

To see more of my work, please go to my web site

Sanctuary!!!

 

As Quasimodo cried out, upon the storming of Notre Dame Cathedral by the masses, to protect himself and Esmeralda from their hysteria, so do I scream out, silently as my voice falls on deaf ears in the abandoned, waste of this environmentally hostile site, where the polluting by-products of this facility are slowly seeping down and penetrating the soil underneath. Above there seems to be a false serenity that is reminiscent of the sacredness of a place of worship.

 

This series of photographs is my reflection on the “sanctity” of religion, as I draw a parallel between it and the secret evils of greed in our society.

 

An abandoned factory in Lachine Quebec, although now completely demolished, was a haven for young graffiti artists where they could express themselves through their art. It was a safe place for them to do so without interference from police or the law. The space also became a sanctuary and a haven for me, to peacefully explore it in silence. To meditate and capture its spirit in photographs.

 

November, 2004, group show, Morceaux Choisis (Chosen Pieces) artists of the gallery at Galerie de bouche à oreille, Montreal, Québec, Canada.

 

To see more of my work, please go to my web site

A celebratory gathering in the Mile-End area of the Plateau in Montreal. This event was for the welcoming of the son of a Rabbi from New York. The crowd was huddled together with anticipation, banners and flags. The whole street was a buzz of excitement. I was fortunate to have been invited by a friend who lives near by to witness and record the event.

 

As I was watching this crowd, my mind traveled to the days of my own forefathers who were Jews living in Eastern Europe and although one hundred plus years ago, they looked and dressed very similarly to the Hassidim living here in Montreal today. But the feeling that stood out the most for me was the fact that although, as a Jew, we share a common heritage, I felt very disconnected and remote from these people. I could hear their chatter and even could understand the Yiddish they were speaking. Yet I found them as curious and as distant from me as any one of the individuals of other cultures in the neighborhood who stood by watching the festivities.

On July 23, 2014, hundreds of Free Press activists rallied for REAL Net Neutrality on President Obama's motorcade route as he attended a big fundraiser in the Hancock Park neighborhood of Los Angeles.

The loving, supporting artist wife, Mary.

 

The Ghosts of Nature series can be seen on flickr here and on my blog here.

To see more of my work, please go to my web site

On July 23, 2014, hundreds of Free Press activists, allies and volunteers rallied for REAL Net Neutrality on President Obama's motorcade route as he attended a big fundraiser in the Hancock Park neighborhood of Los Angeles.

Members from the global civic movement Avaaz have gathered for a celebratory Emoji-flashmob by wearing masks with smiley emoji faces, as Europe introduces the first law in its history to protect internet democracy. Belgium, Brussels Tue, Aug 30, 2016. Foto Olivier Matthys.

This is the south exterior wall of the old Redpath Sugar Refinery. I liked the way the "Red" part of the faded name written on the bricks defined their colour and found it to be an interesting image to capture. The building is quickly becoming a condominiums apartment building. This wall will probably be sandblasted and renovated.

 

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