Speaking of not shazaming, of trying to keep the moment pure, a truly mystical thing happened to us this morning. It started last night after the nightmare situation of walking our bikes in the pitch-black darkness, home from the Mosquito bar, there on the side of...
Photo:Kidfly182, CC BY-SA 4.0, via Wikimedia Commons It’s autumn when I move into a Brooklyn apartment with two dudes from California who wear tight pants and smoke Lucky Strike cigarettes. They ask if I’ve ever had French press coffee — I reckon they think people...
Photo by Jane Hammons The sun risen but still low, light falling on the llano eery, cloud buffed, not bright but clear. I have my good camera with me for the annual procession to Santuario de Chimayó and am tempted to pull over to shoot the roadside altars refurbished...
Photo: University of College / Shutterstock.com I hadn’t been there since I was a teenager.My father got free tickets from a DuPont salesman at the plant& we waited to hear Jeff Gordon talk about industrial paint before the race.Now, I’m waiting for something...
Photo: Aruni Nayak, CC BY 3.0 , via Wikimedia Commons Look how the lake licks the boaton the edges. The soft meanderof a candy in a toothless mouth.A host of white-bellied sea eagles tease the lake and touch her face—half-flying, half-floating—suspended between water...
