It arrived with that kind of grey rain that settles in for a few days, so you just have to settle with it. I was out all day Sunday and into the night; eight miles of walking in the rain, and when I got home the apartment was clammy like when it rains at a… Continue reading And just like that: Autumn
I remember when I was younger there was a sort of general consensus around the idea that New Yorkers* were among the most self-obsessed, narcissistic assholes on the planet, especially artist and academic types†. And, I don’t know, maybe that was true. Things have changed though. Through the power of technology (smart phones, social media,… Continue reading
My brother came to visit for a few days. We had an adventure-filled weekend, and I'm thankful for his visit, as I was when my older brother and his family were here earlier in the month. Not only to have spent time with them, but also because visitors ensure you get out and do things.… Continue reading The floating city; a mirage in the heat of a summer day
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.
Saturday evening, perhaps twenty minutes before the arrival of some friends, as I sat on the Queen Anne, a shadow shape limped into my peripheral. I said Mouse! And then my tone changed immediately as I saw him slump to a stop on the floor just a few feet from me, and close his eyes.… Continue reading A doubtful guest arrived just before those invited
That’s what some few of we Brooklynites call Manhattan— the ‘Hatters*. Also, Work Island, The Big Town. Often accompanied by a groan (implying the MTA, etc) I’ve been spending a fair amount of time there the past few weeks, and it’s been brilliant. I’ve had to re-calibrate my perspective; always a healthy pursuit. Seeing my… Continue reading Some tall ones in the ‘Hatters
And then there are parts of town that don't quite feel like New York at all. I'm always looking for what elements are the disparate ones; what are the real culprits that make it feel different. Sometimes it's scale; of buildings, of the street or space around the buildings. But sometimes it's something more invisible.… Continue reading The swishing of cars and in the distance, church bells