Traveling, I almost only buy printed things, as they take up little space and are odd moments of history— lasting, and sometimes inexplicable relics. I found a bin of beautiful old family (and otherwise) crests in an antique books and prints shop in Amsterdam that Tineke took me to. Also, this old post card and photo. Below are… Continue reading Printed acquisitions from the trip abroad
Two days of sun in Paris in winter meant nice light for shooting photos.
Some photos from my 18 hours in Brugges, Flanders
Here are some more images from the trip; most of these are from the Saturday afternoon we were in Paris— my twelve miles of walking day. The sun came out in the afternoon and it felt like Spring. More color photos after the jump.
After a very long day on trains and in stations, I made it. The situation and scale of the canals there remind me simultaneously of Berlin, Paris and a little A’dam. A very beautiful little city.
It was a day of dramatic skies and Wind Tegen— that's the Dutch term for when the wind is in your face no matter which way your are cycling! (Wind Mee is when the wind is at your back, sailing you along.)
Music, in a lesser but similar way, is a memory trigger like scent / smell. Visceral. And a visceral response is a true thing, or at the least a real thing, which may be the same after all.
There was a cafe in the 10th where Zac and I had our first breakfast. It was run by a couple of elderly men, had a mural on the rear wall. It's a place I think my dad would totally dig; charming, very unmodern.
[A thing I’ve been meaning to write about, but have been waiting to see how it affects, beyond initial denial and impatience.] Twelve hours after landing back in Brooklyn from New Mexico, I sustained a godawful injury to my right foot under the most mundane circumstances. Went for x-rays the next day, as it was impossibly… Continue reading The vulnerability of connective tissues
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