(sneak peek of site in development) It’s another gorgeous fall day, and I ought to’ve gone out there much earlier, but when you catch some flow on a project, it’s criminal to interrupt, even for such a gift of a day. I’ll head out soon, though, before the sun’s gone. I’ve been indulging in some good… Continue reading the coffee is working
Vltava River and the Charles Bridge My wounded wing has regained much of its movement, but it’s been carrying a dull ache the past few days. Could be from the cycling I did earlier in the week (leaning on it), could be barometric. Maybe it’s just the mending process. * * * Had… Continue reading A trip, a map and a flood— all fiction
Can’t sleep. Tonight I got hit by a car. While afoot. A most disconcerting and unpleasant experience. Thrown up, then aground, sharpish. Black sedan, a car paid to be driven for some overpaid douchebag, who is presumably TOO IMPORTANT to drive his own ass around the city. (That’s a post-incident judgment. Take it with a… Continue reading CRASH: Tossed like a rag doll on the rainy streets of Midtown. A love story
I don't know what that title is about. I just needed a title, and the skies were magnificent during our little road trip (and are still). It’s a fine thing to get out of the city for a couple of days. We built fires and cooked over them; we floated on a calm lake, surrounded… Continue reading The great bowl of the heavens above us, benevolent!
Just sharing this beautiful image, the latest print from Dan McCarthy. I've been a fan of his work for years and own a number of his prints. We did a print swap years ago, and I've bought some in the intervening years. Always stunning silhouettes, and this one is no exception.
Handsome Red Late night at the farm; window open upstairs and a squeaking distant sound of coyotes through the cricket-song. Tig hears them too. They seek the feral cats that live around here (dinner). The new kitten, Piwaket, was one of same; a runt or cast-off, living on her own and scrappy as hell; my… Continue reading Writing steadies me, as does the farm
A continuation from last week (unpublished); always on about words, words. Waking up from an idea or a notion of something like it was a sleep-dream; acknowledging that your perception was distorted or not informed enough, and being okay with it, it’s fine. So you adjust your perception— we do it all the time. It’s… Continue reading the way something shiny looks under water, viewed from the shore
"this blog used to be a phantom organ i grew for survival during a hard time a few years ago and a constellation grew around it or i fell into its communal chaos, something, but now it's all obscured, dispersed, half-kaput. oh well oh well oh well." —from [a previous incarnation of] Bett's Blog She makes… Continue reading borrowed—
Approach (on foot) to the lighthouse on Fire Island Had some post-dinner drinks with my friend Sarah last night. She’s in publishing, a fellow reader, so we talk books and exchange suggestions. One she told me about is Night Film by Marisha Pessl. She said it reminded her very much of House of Leaves, which… Continue reading Part precious metal, part pirate
A trip to rural Pennsylvania Sunday through Tuesday, for the 150th Commemmoration of the Battle of Gettysburg. I worked on the visual portion for the opening ceremony, which was reason enough for my Dad to plan a road trip; Tara Lynne and I joined the expedition. I’d never been, and it was wonderful to soak… Continue reading The Museum: recent acquisitions
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