Category: Whimsy
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Street Scene
Nothing profound, just…
I’ve been going through a book of Elliott Erwitt photographs. If the name is not familiar, you should treat yourself. An all-around kind of photographer and had–has, he’s still working–that Henri-Cartier Bresson important-moment thing going on. And a tremendous sense of humor.
But I was reminded how much I like straight black-and-white, “found” photography. So not like I’m anywhere in his league, his work prompted me to put up a new image. Enjoy the day.
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Because…
It’s election day. Primaries. I already voted. So, in lieu of any other commentary, a new image:
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Two Comments On Bridges
For observation and consideration.
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2020
Optimism. Maybe this year will be clear, sharp, allowing for vision.
I sold two new stories in 2019, after spending a year or so working at recovering the skills to write short fiction. To my complete dismay and pleasure, both stories sold to a market I have traditionally been unable to crack—Analog. Diligence and energy permitting, I intend to write and sell several more stories this year.
Other than that, I do not have much to say about 2019. We lost friends, our dog, suffered unexpected disruptions. Personally, politically, creatively it was not much of a year to remember.
So rather than do the usual retrospective, I will only say that going forward I intend doing all I can to make the next 12 months better.
I have the best partner anyone could hope to have. Without her, I believe I would be a gibbering idiot in a padded cell somewhere. I have excellent colleagues. I work at a place that is an intellectual and spiritual oasis, a garden in the midst of so much wrack and ruin. I have friends.
I have work.
In the coming months, I intend doing more with my photography. Changes on my art site have commenced, modest to be sure, but I intend calling more attention to it. Please, if you are in any way inclined toward hanging original work in your home or office, pay a visit.
But more than that, I intend publishing more. I’ve been too long absent from the short fiction environs. I have novels waiting in the wings. I have more stories in process.
It may be that in a couple of years I will have more time to devote to all of it. We shall see.
But whatever happens, 2020 offers a chance to be more and better—for all of us.
So. Be well, be clear, be alive. We’re living in the Future.
Travel well, travel far.
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Two More
Again, from Little Rock.
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Back From The Road
We were away, on a trip to Houston, last week. It was a good trip. Met some fine people, ate great food, shared wonderful times.
Made some new photographs. There are more, certainly, but I thought I would just leave this one here for the time being.
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Wildnesses
I’m delaying a post that I’m finding very hard to write. In the meantime, because it’s been that kind of a week, I thought I’d do something dramatic. So…
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Workin’ On It
Once more before the screen, on an on-and-off rainy day. I’ve been trying to follow up on the good effect of a story sale and bulling my way through some stories that have been hanging fire for too long. What do I feel like doing instead? Well, not what’s below. I don’t fish. I would be one of those who would bring a book and fall asleep, probably get sunburnt, mosquito-bit, generally overheated, and with no fish to show for it because I wouldn’t really care.
But the sunshine would be nice. And a bit of placid surroundings. Don’t know about the audience, though…
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Coffey
This is Coffey.
Coffey is our very good friend. Our buddy. Coffey makes sure we remember to laugh, keeps us company (especially when she can do so on the bed) and forces us to take walks.
Coffey is about 15.
Yes, that’s correct. Fifteen. She’s healthy, just very slow these days. When we grab the leash, she bounds around our feet like a puppy. She’s good for about three blocks of all-out walking, then she slows to a snail’s pace and makes up for the distance with careful study of various leaves, stalks of grass, patches of concrete, and other smells. But she still gets excited about that walk.
I haven’t posted anything about her in a while and she’s gotten a bit camera shy lately—more can’t be bothered than any kind of misplaced vanity.
If we’re careful, we’ll have her for a while yet.
But she’s 15. I’m amazed.