Tag Archives: NJ

Hard to describe in words

Posted on August 11, 2016 by George C. Hartman

You may find yourself… One day I woke up here and the sun was spilling into our bed in what seemed to be huge buckets of yellow and orange paint. We had breakfast together and then went outside into the … Continue reading →

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POV #8

Posted on July 29, 2016 by George C. Hartman

E X P A N D the P H O T O

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POV #4

Posted on July 7, 2016 by George C. Hartman

E X P A N D the P H O T O

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Cloud Forest

Posted on December 31, 2015 by George C. Hartman

The one reason why I thought it was NOT a dream was because I distinctly remember being so excited at this situation that I just had to put my arm around my father. While the photo was being taken, I … Continue reading →

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pawn to king four

Posted on June 12, 2015 by George C. Hartman

Early June. Welcoming the unofficial start of Summer. Here in the North/mid/east all the seasons don’t slowly blend into one like most of our southern friends .Our season are abrupt, extreme and sometimes frightening. Winter here was brutal and the … Continue reading →

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writers BLOck

Posted on January 8, 2014 by George C. Hartman

vigil by the deep lagoons cRazy Indian colors: glops of paint/ freshDripping o n her scratched canvas rich browns. If landscapes could dream and poetry could walk the earth woul>dn’t be crippled with leafy green disappointment. Gracious shadows slowly unroll … Continue reading →

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Rising to the top

Posted on April 11, 2012 by George C. Hartman

My love of New York City began when my father took me to my first Giants game in “old” Yankee stadium and we took the subway from Manhattan into the Bronx. I was nine years old and my right arm … Continue reading →

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Mark O’Neil

Posted on April 2, 2010 by George C. Hartman

Mark O’Neil went to school with me at St. Joesphs (The Worker) Grade school in Carteret NJ. His family lived right next to the school and I remember there seemed to alot of turmoil in their home. They were a … Continue reading →

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