Archive for SJ’s Photos

Rain in the snow haiku

Green swells roll slowly,

Lap up seawall, slide away,

Dotted with raindrops.


Gulls circle, swoop, land.

Cormorant pops up with fish.

Starlings fly above.


Blue lights on railing.

Snow on branches, walkway, grass.

Red life preserver.



Accordion Calendar!

Finally, the 2017 Accordion Calendar is here!

Sorry, I had technical issues, which I’m still having, hence the url to copy and not a link to click:

And don’t forget the New York and Assisi calendars, too.



Proceeds to Planned Parenthood.


The 2017 SJ Rozan Calendars are here!

For your gift-buying pleasure, including, of course, gifts for yourself.  They’re not quite all here (kind of like me) — Accordions to come, give me a few days.  But

New York City is here



Assisi is here.

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And please note: Proceeds this year go to Planned Parenthood. So, buy away!


Well, it’s Thanksgiving. I hope we’re all surrounded by family and friends, allowing ourselves to feel gratitude for what we have and to gather strength from each other for the coming times. I’m grateful, among other things, for all of you.  I’m grateful, also, to have a voice, and I intend to use it.


The return of the haiku

The haiku have been on hiatus (no, I couldn’t resist that line, would you have?) but now that we’re in for a long, dark time, I feel the need to write them again. So they’re back, now with photos.

Bright windless morning
Gulls cry, loud in the quiet
Sun glints on ripples

Hawk slides across moon
Circles up on rising drafts
A black speck, then gone

Patrol boat churns past
White wake rises, fades again
Glassy water shines




My grandmother, my mother, and the vote

My grandmother was born in this country, where she could not vote.  My mother, her second child, was born the year women got the vote, a few weeks after the first election women were allow to vote in.  When I was a kid, my mother would wait to vote until my father came home.  She’d have dinner all ready, but before we ate we’d all go to the local high school where we’d all stand in line together and then each of them would go in the voting booth.  They wanted to make sure we all understood how special this right was.  When I became eligible to vote I cast my first few votes in that high school.

I’m speaking now to women.  If you’re so disgusted with both parties you’ve thrown up your hands and have decided the whole thing stinks so badly you’ll have nothing to do with it, that’s a healthy reaction.  But not a practical one.  One of these two people will be President.  If you don’t vote for the woman, you’re voting for the man who pushes himself on women.  The man who rates women on a ten-point scale and says women who have abortions should be punished.

You don’t have to love her.  You don’t even have to like her.  But you can’t sit it out.  If you like him less, then get out and vote.  Vote for your mother, your grandmother, all your female ancestors back through the mists of time.  All those women who had no say.  You have a say.  VOTE!



Grandma says: VOTE!


Hunter’s Moon and the Brooklyn Bridge

Sunday, Oct. 16, the Hunter’s Moon rose over NYC. The Hunter’s Moon is the full moon after the Harvest Moon, which is the one closest to the fall equinox. The Hunter’s Moon is also called the Blood Moon, and this year it rose big and red. A bunch of us, led by the indomitable Keith Michael, wanted to see it from the Brooklyn Bridge, so we did.


Strolling over the bridge in sunset.



Just taking photos.



Just taking more photos.



Cables at sunset.



Cables after sunset.



Manhattan gets pastel at dusk…



…and colorful after dark.



Finally, the Hunter’s Moon.



It rises through the cables of the Manhattan Bridge, in the distance.



The higher it goes, the more color it loses.



In the cables, it looks doubled.



Then the Man in the Moon just looks confused.



Finally, peering into other peoples’ windows through the reflections in their glass, we head off the bridge and home.




More Mississippi

Now that I have a little leisure — after the New Orleans/Mississippi trip there were Philadelphia and Saratoga Springs, and the teaching semester started — I’m catching up on some photos I wanted to show you.  At Dunleith Castle, a mansion we toured in Natchez, one of the rooms has absolutely sensational wallpaper. Les Zones Terrestres by the Zuber Co. is what it sounds like — all the climates of the earth, shading into one another in a 33-panel spread that wraps around the room. These are details. I was hoping to find more complete photos on the Zuber website, but no. The blocks it was printed from were destroyed during WWII, so it’s not made anymore. It’s astoundingly beautiful. The White House has a Zuber wallpaper, Vues de l’Amérique du Nord, in the Diplomatic Reception Room, and another Natchez mansion has a different set, Hindustan, along the gallery walls. I’ve never been a wallpaper fan, but these knocked me out. I wish I could show you more but I couldn’t back up far enough to take wide shots. If in Natchez, though, do not miss this!












Eye Ay Oy

Quick post because I’m supposed to be packing to leave New Orleans and go to Mississippi, but I wanted to show you the Eye, the Private Eye Writers of America Lifetime Achievement Award.  I got this Friday night. Love to be a member of this organization, so LOVE this award. Thanks, guys.



9/11, sunset