Tuesday, December 30, 2014
Thursday, December 25, 2014
Sunday, December 14, 2014
Saturday, December 13, 2014
Monday, December 01, 2014
Sunday, November 02, 2014
The Full Exhibition
Photographs by Bernard M Lynch Jr
Wednesday, October 22, 2014
Monday, October 06, 2014
Grace was the first of my three greyhound. I've had people say "how could you replace her?" when in reality, she was so wonderful, I felt she would lead me to Brutus Maximus, and, now, Legend.
I don't know who was the photographer for this photograph, and the hospital (2014) managed to lose my signature ring (seen here) but NOBODY could replace Grace.
"Paycheck Annie" really sounded like a whore, and after a rat terrier and a pug, I inadvertently upgraded to a LARGER dog (and my apartment lease said "no dogs" and I went to see the apartment WITH the dog!) but, there I was, standing at NEW BEGINNINGS (the adoption agency) and after three hours or so playing with some twenty dogs, the dog the owner said was perfect for me was placed on my lap, while I sat in a regular folding chair. (Note: Folding chairs and dogs are note really all that compatible!)
And then there was that moment that all dog adopters hope for, and look for: that look which connects both souls.
And sitting on my lap for an hour, and not moving, "Paycheck Annie" just gave me a look which would have melted chocolate or butter or dry ice.
I knew she was mine.
Grace died 11 years ago, today.
But it is to her heart and soul that I have continued to adopt greyhounds (Brutus Maximus, and now, Legend). And I managed to get her to CT for almost 4 full years, and she LOVED the snow (it really was a riot) and I am so happy I captured her on video.
But the pond scum who "owned" her before me thought nothing of sticking her with steroids in her right haunch. Bastards. I nearly died when I saw the x-ray of her thigh. It looked like someone shot her with a bb gun. If I kept her, it would have been a shatter break (not a clean break) and the pain level of a shatter break is unbearable.
So just like she came into my life, on a random day, she left me. And they even had to give her three shots of the "blue fluid" because she kept fighting to come back. God bless Dr Clancy.
It was rough. It was heart-breaking.
But it led me to the rescue adoptions of greyhounds, the most magical creatures of my world.
Brutus Maximus left me early to be with the Sandy Hook/Newtown children.
And, if he behaves himself, Legend has already found his place in my heart.
So, thank you, Grace, on the 11th anniversary of your passing over to the dog park in the sky.
Sunday, September 07, 2014
November 16, 1977
The New Haven Coliseum (now demolished)
Front Row, Center (5' from stage)
Freddie Mercury, Lead Singer
Queen (died 1991; AIDS)
Queen (died 1991; AIDS)
NEWS OF THE WORLD 1977 Tour (USA Leg)
Show opener: WE WILL ROCK YOU
Never challenge me to a "photo dare" to find a shot from within 3' from where I'm standing. Especially when I've got my trusty 18mm – 200mm lens mounted on my Canon. And like everyone who asks me "how do you find a good picture?" Well, I find a good PHOTOGRAPH by keeping three things in mind: the alphabet, geometry class, and ABCEFR.
And you can figure out ABCEFR all on your own!
Thursday, September 04, 2014
Wednesday, September 03, 2014
Saturday, August 30, 2014
Bernard's got the funk!
My name in a song,
which couldn't be more perfect!
Tuesday, August 19, 2014
Monday, August 18, 2014
Tuesday, August 12, 2014
Wednesday, August 06, 2014
Thursday, July 31, 2014
Sunday, July 27, 2014
Sunday, July 13, 2014
Saturday, July 12, 2014
Widely credited with saying, in 1888, "you push the button, we do the rest."
In his final two years Eastman was in intense pain caused by a disorder affecting his spine. On March 14, 1932 Eastman shot himself in the heart, leaving a note which read, "To my friends: my work is done. Why wait?"