Little India in Jackson Heights, NY, originally uploaded by Stephen Sandoval / PursueBliss.com.
In photography and perhaps in art, that other-worldly, atmospheric, larger-than-life quality need not be found in a cocktail party with perfect lighting. Instead it can be found in the small of the night on a street with garbage. It is indeed the light and its interpretation that will determine the outcome. –Stephen Sandoval, Jackson Heights, NYC, January 3, 2009.
1stfans/Target First Saturdays at Brooklyn Museum, originally uploaded by Stephen Sandoval / PursueBliss.com.
A great time was had at the first 1stfans gathering at Target First Saturdays.
Visions of Barcelona, originally uploaded by PURSUE BLISS (pursuebliss.com).
Tulips in the Park, originally uploaded by PursueBliss.
coming forth from within, originally uploaded by PursueBliss.
The Little Red Lighthouse, originally uploaded by PursueBliss.
George Washington Bridge Detail, originally uploaded by PursueBliss.
Statue and Shadow Detail at The Hispanic Society of America in Washington Heights, NYC, originally uploaded by PursueBliss.
We create bronze statues to document noteworthy moments in our history and these solid icons must endure the sun, the rain, the snow and all of the elements over and over again to remind us of our victories and great moments. – Stephen Sandoval, January 30, 2008
Venezia Venice Italia Italy, originally uploaded by pursuebliss.
Did I live?
Was I here in this place?
I hold this picture as evidence, as support, that I occasionally need to pinch myself to wake up from my dreams.
I’m going to go back to dreaming again.
-Stephen Sandoval, Venezia
There is a color that invents itself and reinvents itself. It is the color of perfection and it tantalizes my eye to no end. Although I cannot reinvent the color from my own memory to give it justice, the way that it makes me feel will always be with me. – Stephen Sandoval, September 5, 2007
Ambition is the greatest aphrodisiac. Too much introspection can be a killer of ambition. – Stephen Sandoval
There really is nothing at all like a dream to help us interpret our reality in order to interpret our dreams. – Stephen Sandoval, July 9, 2007
So Long
Stephen Sandoval
June 17, 2007
Words are lost now.
I think of you and I fall a little bit.
It’s been a while and you are a part of my past,
But even the marks of time on my face can’t delete you.
I know you have done your best to forget me.
And maybe you have done so with ease.
I cannot be angry with you for moving on.
I think of you and I wish you the best.
Mediterranean Restaurant on Park Avenue South – Stephen Sandoval, originally uploaded by pursuebliss.
Caught Up
Stephen Sandoval, NYC
February 24, 2006
You brought me wilted flowers.
I forgot to say, “Thank you.”
I was caught up in the idea of you.
You brought me rich, imported, half-eaten chocolates.
I forgot to say, “I love you.”
I was caught up in the idea of you.
You brought me the words “Good bye.”
I forgot to say, “Here’s your hat.”
I was caught up in the idea of you leaving.
Renewed Hope – Stephen Sandoval, originally uploaded by pursuebliss.
On Sundays & Maybe Parts of Mondays
Stephen Sandoval
July 21, 2005
I’d love to have and to hold someone special
To take away the loneliness and boredom
On Sundays & maybe parts of Mondays.
I am convinced that most of my inner turmoils,
And daily difficulties could be solved if I had someone
On Sundays & maybe parts of Mondays.
I have never demanded much of love,
And have never expected much of anyone except possibly
On Sundays & maybe parts of Mondays.
I have always enjoyed intimate dinners,
And wonderful walks hand in hand in the park with breeze
On Sundays & maybe parts of Mondays.
I enjoy the thought of holding and being held on slippery sheets
With thoughts of warmth and nurturing and eternity
On Sundays & maybe parts of Mondays.
I don't know how those couples do it
All those pet names and tender manners bestowed on days other than
On Sundays & maybe parts of Mondays.
I think there should be a new form of union, of marriage
That says "I am yours till death do us part"
On Sundays & maybe parts of Mondays.
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