I imagined the festival – scenic whirl on the great wheel,holding hands and swiveling to watch the white corona reflect in Baltic waters beneath the Hörnbrücke. I believedoutside our window keelboats would compass us to city center, where we would dance through...
A Sunday Afternoon on the Island of La Grande Jatte / Painting by Georges Seurat Your eyes are languid. Look at the trees and see the hazy dappling of the leaves. Look at the river and see the unmixed points of periwinkle, lapis lazuli, Aegean blue. Who are these...
Photo: Sailko, CC BY 4.0 , via Wikimedia Commons In the tropical butterfly house in the gardens of Villa Garzoni there is a piranha. I stand staring for a few moments at the fish with the deadpan face, shimmering reddish yellow scales and huge eyes. I don’t think I’ve...
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...
