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Photo Shoot: New York City

Time: Sometime In The 20th or 21st Century

Photographer: OLSPUR

Copyright: 2007

Available shortly as a signed and numbered "Gicele" in an a limited edition of 3.

#1 $1000
#2 $ 500
#3 $ 250

50% of the proceeds from the sale of OLSPUR photography will go to charities that:

1) Assist Children That Are The Victims Of War
2) Fight World Hunger
3) Fight The World AIDS Epidemic.

OLSPUR

Artists Note:

This photograph is dedicated to my deceased grandfather.

My grandfather was a courageous man who dedicated his life to helping the working man.

The son of Italian immigrants, he was elected as a union shop steward at the age of 18 in a small northern New Jersey dye factory.

He spent his entire existence helping workers eventually retiring as the National Pension Director for one of the largest textile unions in the United States in New York City.

He was married to my lovely grandmother who has also since passed for over 60 years and when he retired he was honored with a huge testimonial dinner in New Jersey as well as a testimonial in the United States Congressional Record by Senators and Representatives from his state also the one of my birth.

When he passed away somewhat recently, I was unable to attend his funeral because of a sever spinal injury I had suffered.

At his retirement dinner ending his remarkable career, he chose to read a passage from the book of poems entitled "Leaves Of Grass" by Walt Whitman.

I have chosen a passage from the collection to dedicate to his memory. Normally I would enclose my own poems, words and thoughts to accompany my images but in this case I dedicate this poem to him.

"Of Him I Love Day and Night"- Walt Whitman

Of Him I Love Day and Night
Of him I love day and night I dream'd I heard he was dead,
And I dream'd I went where they had buried him I love, but he was
not in that place,
And I dream'd I wander'd searching among burial-places to find him,
And I found that every place was a burial-place;
The houses full of life were equally full of death, (this house is now,)
The streets, the shipping, the places of amusement, the Chicago,
Boston, Philadelphia, the Mannahatta, were as full of the dead as
of the living,
And fuller, O vastly fuller of the dead than of the living;
And what I dream'd I will henceforth tell to every person and age,
And I stand henceforth bound to what I dream'd,
And now I am willing to disregard burial-places and dispense with them,
And if the memorials of the dead were put up indifferently everywhere,
even in the room where I eat or sleep, I should be satisfied,
And if the corpse of any one I love, or if my own corpse, be duly
render'd to powder and pour'd in the sea, I shall be satisfied,
Or if it be distributed to the winds I shall be satisfied.

Description
Photo Shoot: New York City

Time: Sometime In The 20th or 21st Century

Photographer: OLSPUR

Copyright: 2007

Available shortly as a signed and numbered "Gicele" in an a limited edition of 3.

#1 $1000
#2 $ 500
#3 $ 250

50% of the proceeds from the sale of OLSPUR photography will go to charities that:

1) Assist Children That Are The Victims Of War
2) Fight World Hunger
3) Fight The World AIDS Epidemic.

OLSPUR

Artists Note:

This photograph is dedicated to my deceased grandfather.

My grandfather was a courageous man who dedicated his life to helping the working man.

The son of Italian immigrants, he was elected as a union shop steward at the age of 18 in a small northern New Jersey dye factory.

He spent his entire existence helping workers eventually retiring as the National Pension Director for one of the largest textile unions in the United States in New York City.

He was married to my lovely grandmother who has also since passed for over 60 years and when he retired he was honored with a huge testimonial dinner in New Jersey as well as a testimonial in the United States Congressional Record by Senators and Representatives from his state also the one of my birth.

When he passed away somewhat recently, I was unable to attend his funeral because of a sever spinal injury I had suffered.

At his retirement dinner ending his remarkable career, he chose to read a passage from the book of poems entitled "Leaves Of Grass" by Walt Whitman.

I have chosen a passage from the collection to dedicate to his memory. Normally I would enclose my own poems, words and thoughts to accompany my images but in this case I dedicate this poem to him.

"Of Him I Love Day and Night"- Walt Whitman

Of Him I Love Day and Night
Of him I love day and night I dream'd I heard he was dead,
And I dream'd I went where they had buried him I love, but he was
not in that place,
And I dream'd I wander'd searching among burial-places to find him,
And I found that every place was a burial-place;
The houses full of life were equally full of death, (this house is now,)
The streets, the shipping, the places of amusement, the Chicago,
Boston, Philadelphia, the Mannahatta, were as full of the dead as
of the living,
And fuller, O vastly fuller of the dead than of the living;
And what I dream'd I will henceforth tell to every person and age,
And I stand henceforth bound to what I dream'd,
And now I am willing to disregard burial-places and dispense with them,
And if the memorials of the dead were put up indifferently everywhere,
even in the room where I eat or sleep, I should be satisfied,
And if the corpse of any one I love, or if my own corpse, be duly
render'd to powder and pour'd in the sea, I shall be satisfied,
Or if it be distributed to the winds I shall be satisfied.