Archive for the ‘flandscapes & flanerie’ Category

~snowy night cinema~

Wednesday, February 7th, 2018

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

~snow day~

Monday, February 5th, 2018

~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 […]

~villa teacup~

Wednesday, January 17th, 2018

~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 […]

~4.5 years~

Friday, October 13th, 2017

…and so concludes this vagabonding chapter.

~NY views~

Sunday, October 8th, 2017

Brooklyn Bridge, view of my first NY apartment, 2000, tucked in that top corner. Not zoned for living, it had a hot plate, shared bath, no air conditioning, and a city of pigeons living in the stairwell. It also had the very same view as the vintage accordion postcard I’d hung over my desk in […]

~full moon tide~

Thursday, October 5th, 2017

…and apéro with whales.

~ant people~

Sunday, October 1st, 2017

Did not expect a date night on this time machine trip, yet we found ourselves in a sea of tricorns and jolly rogers in the Hollywood hills last night. My junior high school self loved no one as I did snarky, campy, come-hither Adam Ant (Bowie aside). I begged my mom to see the Kings […]

~hudson valley homesteading~

Friday, September 29th, 2017

Third move of 2017, 23rd since I left Mom’s. (the average person moves 12 times in their lifetime, according to our freight company’s phone hold recording. Mom and I had probably managed close to that by the time I turned 18). Eleventh move with this dude (spanning two coasts and three countries). This week he wrangled 720 […]

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