In mid January I took a trip to Valdosta, Georgia to visit Z. After a couple of days there, we drove to Savannah for a weekend. We stayed in a delightful tiny cottage not far from Forsyth Park, on a little street of other tiny cottages. During our two days there we walked all over… Continue reading Savannah in black and white
Apartments buildings on the banks of the Riu Onyar in Girona, Spain In early may we took a trip to Barcelona, Spain and Lisbon, Portugal; along the way we made some day trips to other cities nearby. Here are a few selects from our day in Girona, Spain. These images are of the monastery, the… Continue reading Walk the ancient stones
Barcelona cathedral in black and white from our first morning wandering around. An old document spied in a window in the Gothic Quarter— "procession for a good death" Silhouetted walkers in El Born, near the Gothic Quarter Shadows of trees on a stonework building The Museu Nacional d'Art de Catalunya in early evening This large… Continue reading Shifting shadows and dusk in Barcelona
The blue church and trolley wires at the edge of the Baixa neighborhood Having spent some hours scanning through my photographs from my recent trip to Barcelona and Lisbon, with side trips to Gerona and Sintra; gathering selects, retouching, etc, I wasn't sure where to begin. I'm not interested in creating some kind of narrative… Continue reading Another city of seven hills: Lisbon
There was this restaurant which hadn't been on my radar as a destination, but the one we’d meant to go to told us on the phone Our last seating is at 8:45 on Sunday, and it was 8:35 already, so. So we opted for this New American place also in the Bywater. Trendy. When we… Continue reading A Late Sunday in The Bywater
A bit of in-progress work for a travel project— a bit of an arts and culture map via watercolor. I find it sweet and endearing. But then I would; I've been working on it for two weeks, and have become rather attached. Can't explain it in full, as it's for a small audience, but I… Continue reading Cartographics color the way we see the world when we get there.
My brother and Seneca in the ring while I was up at the Farm in July. Summer! It’s been too hot. It’s rained a lot. It’s been busy with work, and (half Fridays notwithstanding) I’ve still not gone on a date with the Atlantic Ocean. Haven’t cycled as much as I’d like. But it’s been… Continue reading Summer hid a whetstone in the slender paths between cornstalks
And, at long last, here, I write something again. Don’t think I haven’t longed for it; time without writing makes a ruin of me. A mere responder rather than a decided adventurer. Time— without time to think, to write— renders me a to-do list, at best. Ugh. And I’ve been feeling a right failure of… Continue reading How life makes failures of us all with sunshine, and the gentle rapid passing of time*