Glancing out my studio window at 5:45, seeing the Vatican dome in the early morning, I decided at a hint of inner impulse to come here, and was third to enter the empty Basilica.
Rather than crawling, we all come on our cameras
What would the Roman Catholic Church be without Peter, Petrus, and his claimed relics?
If only I had relations who recognized me as someone who sees and is in place to seek, find, view and record such extraordinary momentary images.
By the sepulcher of Peter. The physicality of psychology.
Standing in St. Peter’s Square, less than 50 yards from the Basilica, a woman with a NY acxrnt asks her friends, as they pose for a photo: “what is that building?” I informed them it was Saint Peter’s.
Michaelangelo’s imagination of Moses in marble.
It’s not the greatest human “sin” stupidity.
Observing an oriental woman, probably in her mid-20s with a professional woman photographer… The oriental woman copies, the face patterns from magazines for her photos.
I want/need a completely new beginning… I am somnabulized, endreamed, in the woods of North Carolina, no matter my studies… Premature retirement is death by dearth.
Stephen Lapeyrouse . . . Notes Dropped Along the Way 