Archive for the ‘co-conspirators’ Category

~further signs of spring~

Saturday, April 7th, 2018

We drove 104 miles to Massachusetts to rescue this Victorian wicker set.

~fools of april~

Sunday, April 1st, 2018

24 hours in NYC: a friend’s 50th, another’s housewarming, and Easter/Passover walk in Central Park post Zabar’s matzo ball soup.

~further signs of spring~

Sunday, March 25th, 2018

Someone gallantly wrangles a couple pallets for his favorite gardner to upcycle into flower boxes, and that silly spoiler serves yet again…

~four, all of the above~

Saturday, March 17th, 2018

plexiglass reliquary #2: the second page of a letter dated March 23, 1945, wherein Tennessee Williams describes the plot of a new play he’s been immersed in (tentatively titled, Blanche’s Chair in the Moon or The Moth). I love this document for two reasons– I dearly relate to him trying to pitch to his agent […]

~plexiglass reliquary #3~

Friday, March 16th, 2018

Peter Hujar contact sheets of Cockettes, Candy Darling, La Sontag.

~of sumac & snow curls~

Wednesday, March 7th, 2018

Robin Red Breast grab a Sumac snack as the storm picks up to 3 inches/hour. Equally undeterred were Joggy Doggy and I.

~deer dance~

Friday, March 2nd, 2018

Opened the bedroom curtains to this gang, frolicking in magical sudden winter (70 degrees the afternoon prior). “Most auspicious!” said I, just moments before we lost power for the day.

~snowy night cinema~

Wednesday, February 7th, 2018

It seemed we’d be the only ones, but eventually other snow-bravers appeared.

~traveler of both time and space~

Friday, January 19th, 2018

In the sunrise hours of January 19th, beneath a frigid sky sheltering Hudson Valley’s shorn and snowy vistas, the radio waves’ Kashmir spurring ever onward, this Italo-German manifest the tenacity, ingenuity, and can-do spirit of our nation’s foremothers and fathers as he charioted a trusty U-Haul cargo van to the New York State capital’s federal […]

~my love to keep me warm~

Sunday, January 14th, 2018

That the car was incased in a thick layer of ice that required a lengthy tea ceremony to simply gain access might have deterred lesser adventurers, but we had a bookcase and Turkish-ish rug to procure for someone’s office, and like Billie, had our love to keep us warm. So we crossed the Housatonic river into […]

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