Why wait for the dust to settle? Here are 10 bullets from my end.
- This matter of scale – and balance – in a life that has an appearance of randomness. All these items collected throughout the house and barn. Somehow, order reasserts itself, if you look.
- Remembering the volcano 37 years ago. Just look at the skulls I collected in that country.
- Four years later, the move to Baltimore for the one I thought embodied that moment full of promise to take my life upward into a fairy-tale existence of class and repose, a much different direction from where I’ve landed. Alas, she’d already bolted. And mine has become much more organic.
- Common Meter, 188.8.131.52, as in “Amazing Grace,” is simply the syllable count. A great way to swap words and music.
- Am not having profound or imaginative dreams. But at least the flow’s beginning again, like looking at a secret movie or computer screen.
- When taking portraits outdoors, how often the eyeglasses turn into sunglasses in the bright light – and how often people in party mode turn wooden.
- Looking at a book of glass houses reminds me how deeply that Bauhaus aesthetic is embedded in my sensibility. Not that I’d aspire to live in one now. Who washes all those windows, anyway? And what about fingerprints or noses? These days I’ve chosen a different style, one based in Yankee houses that just keep growing, as needed. As for curtains, she and I will argue.
- To ease back into Hatha – Ha-ha!
- “The things that are not seen are eternal” – II Corinthians 4:18.
- Still feeling so tentative rather than forceful.
I chanced upon this scultpture at 15 Beach Place while wandering from Chinatown to Faneuil Hall. It’s about a block from the old Boston Music Hall, where Tchaikovsky’s first piano concerto got its world premiere. Maybe this site is where he stayed while visiting? Anyone got a clue?