Here are some quiet scenes from my neighborhood yesterday, after the thundersnow and wind calmed. The storm never really reached any kind of pitch, but many cancellations were planned, so it was a peaceful day. I spent all but 30 minutes of it indoors; worked an 11 hour day. My wander through the snow was pretty… Continue reading What Stella looked like
Some geometric compositions from a quiet wander last Saturday, late afternoon as the light drained from the sky. This building has such gorgeous moulding. The Ninth Street subway overpass is weirdly beautiful, too.
Here's something that I apparently saved as a draft last spring. I found it a week or so ago, and I don't think I'll spend any more time on it, but as it was just recently Imbolc, and we had a 60º day Wednesday (despite the blizzard since) I thought I'd post it as a welcome to nascent Spring.… Continue reading Prima Vera
Christmas day was sunny and crisp. In the afternoon the extended family gathers at my cousin's house in a neighborhood filled with lovely houses from the 1920s— steep pitched rooftops, Tudor woodwork, stucco and stone— surrounded by towering old trees and a slim carpet of remaining snow. After dinner a few of us walked around the… Continue reading Gingerbread houses
I went out in the afternoon to say hi to the Dudes. The new horse is still being kept separate until they've all got to be friendly, so he was down in a separate pasture. Seneca and Prince were feeling feisty and joined me in running
The crunch of gravel underfoot; incline. Sun coming in low and glaring off every harbor-facing pane of the buildings on the other side of the park. Cold. Empty playground today, and no leaves remain on the trees. I can see the harbor through the naked branches and the shining points of the city beyond neighboring rooftops out… Continue reading A dense fog enveloped Brooklyn last night
Here, a cluster of stone red-roofed cottages, and more of those trees with the art nouveau branches. There's a rock—huge!— out, away from the shore. It looks like a great fat sleeping bear. The mist hangs above the land in swaths, like smoke suspended in the calm of an afternoon pub. Some beautiful old stonework houses… Continue reading Like smoke suspended in the calm
The rain has stopped. The men from next door are talking neighborly, I can hear them now I’ve just opened the window. I like the sound of tires on the still-wet pavement as a car goes by. A quiet section of the city, this last handful of blocks before the cemetery bisects the avenue, not to… Continue reading Scaffolding for memory
From a congress of reeds along the water’s edge A white crane rose on a silent vector— horizon-wise...
Here are some photos from last weekend. A crisp sunny Saturday in November calls for wander time. Took the train out to Bushwick and meandered in the sun. We had some pints in a yard, then made a circuitous path northwest and into nighttime before heading back Slopeward on the G. A good day for photographing, and clocked six miles walking, even with… Continue reading A farther afield wander
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