I have always wondered why someone would throw their garbage in a river, a lake, a bay, or an ocean? When Eliot and I took a cruise down the Siene last Spring, I was so disappointed to see how polluted the water was. I would lie in bed and stare out at the sides of the river that were filled with plastic bags stuck in the shrubs. There were thousands of them for miles and miles. I just couldn’t believe this was the same Siene that was portrayed in so many romantic movies.
Unfortunately, most of the waters around the world are filled with trash. I just don’t know how we allowed this to happen. Not everyone is going to let this continue. Kathryn Mikesell, the woman who owns Fountainhead, the artist residency Eliot and I belong to, is a member of The Dolphins and Rainbows swim club, that actually removes trash from Biscayne Bay in Miami everyday.
Their story is remarkable and one to be admired. The local NBC news did s story about how this group dives for trash and what they are willing to do to keep the waters clean. While the rest of us are reading the morning papers, and sipping our coffees, this swim club group is hard at work. Bless them.
I guess the photo above explains why I love Miami. I took it with my iPhone. The sun was setting tonight through two buildings across Biscayne Bay on Brickell, downtown Miami.
While I have lived in this condo on Miami Beach for 15 years, I find it absolutely weird that this is now my only home. I wanted to see sky and water outside my window on a permanent basis. For the last 40 years, I looked at brick. I never really saw much sky but I really didn’t need it because I was a true New Yorker. The sounds of sirens from ambulances, police cars, and fire trucks were music to my ears. I loved every minute of it. I never thought it was too loud or an interference.
I am lucky in the sense that I can truly appreciate both places. Before I left NYC for Miami, people asked me if I was afraid of Zika, the rising tides, and the waste washing up on the beaches.
Today, I spoke to some die-hard New Yorkers who now say I got out just in time because of the recent bombings. I quickly reminded them that I lived through the Son of Sam roaming NYC streets, I was at my work desk on 12th Street and Fifth Avenue when the Weathermen blew up a townhouse a block away, and personally witnessed crowds of people, covered head-to-toe, in white powder as they walked uptown after the Twin Towers came tumbling down.
I never once thought that Manhattan was not the place for me. I loved every minute of it and still do. We are not safe anywhere, anymore. I never thought a seaside area like Nice, France would ever come under attack like it did this summer. It’s such an innocent-looking place.
We just have to pray for peace wherever we are these days. I thank my lucky stars that I am living in the days of the Internet. There is no question that it has brought on a lot of evil, but it has certainly allowed us all to be connected in ways our parents and grandparents would have loved to experience.
It certainly has given me the ability to be upwardly mobile and appreciate the goodness every place has to offer.
Scott Rodwin and I met on the Internet. He answered my new business pitch and the rest is history. We have been promoting his invention, The Loop, a novel earbud holder, for a few weeks now.
Earlier this week, I discovered that the Boulder, CO, businessman and his wife Marsha, were vacationing in South Beach. We arranged a meetup and ended up spending time together over a two day period. The pictures and videos below were taken in Wynwood, Miami.
Scott and Marsha own Rodwin Architecture and Radiance Power Yoga in Boulder. They also have other projects going on, but I will get into that in a few weeks. Eliot and I are the same age as Scott and Marsha’s parents, but somehow we have a lot in common. The love of the Internet makes you ageless.
Marsha and Scott Rodwin
Scott ‘s Strength
The Rodwin’s with Tony Goldman
Strong and beautiful positions
Totally In Sync
I felt like I was in the land of automation this morning at the Miami International Airport. First, we were greeted with more check-in computer screens than ever before, then we got directions from a full motion information display and finally a Minion chased us around until we agreed to enter the store the character was pitching.
Was someone trying to tell us something?
Comments when I posted this on Facebook.
Here are the suggestions that I received to name Eliot’s photo. Thank you everyone. It was lovely of you to help. The Miami Herald ran the photo in today’s print edition. Your creative titles will help me pitch others.
David Steven Simon—“Claudia Cloudinelli”
Adrian Rice—–“Lipstick Sunset”
Allan Caplan—“Simply,”Oh Shit”
Giselle Wolf—“Oops, My Kneiglech Are Flying”
Jeff Young—”Clouds Over Miami At Night By Hess”
Eric Schneider—“Puff Daddy”
Jonas Neilson—-“Miami Clouds Have Digestive Issues”
Milo Hess—“Head In The Cloud”
Audrey Sommer—“Miami Cloudburst”
Barbara Mark Ross—”New Yorkers Taking Over Miami”
Annette Nicoloff—“My Vortex”
Steven Ekstract—”Return Of The Dragon”
Photo by Eliot Hess
We were just about to watch the tribute to Don Rickles on Spike TV that we DVR’d last night, when we thought we saw a tornado outside of our Miami condo window. It looked like a spiraling funnel.
Eliot ran for his camera. I wanted to run for the hills. We didn’t know what to expect. It may be difficult to identify in the photo above, but it looked like the formation was touching ground. Scary stuff.
After 15 minutes, it started to dissipate. Its 15 minutes of fame was exhilarating for us. The unknown made our hearts race and our imaginations run wild. Now looking at the photo, I see a woman.
I posted this on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram. I’m looking for a title for the photo in order to email it to online weather, travel, photo, environmental, and local Miami sites. If you think of something, let me know. Thank you.