Archive for the ‘flandscapes & flanerie’ Category

~front row infidels~

Wednesday, December 12th, 2018

Belated 10th wedding anniversary celebration at Frank, where we went on our second date, 18 years ago. Getting sentimental (and tiramisu) in NYC. Sunrise on Empire State. Another familiar window. The great jelly doughnut massacre. In Berlin these (berliner, or pfannkuchen) are eaten especially around the new year holiday. Or that was Alfonso’s rationale for […]

~24 hours in NYC~

Friday, December 7th, 2018

Soccer in the Village. Washington Square Park. Waverly Diner. Backside of Ireland House. Old Haunt. Times Square — someone shilling “naked” nuts dressed Botticelli’s Venus in “punk” clothes, then undressed her, pants first. Annual work party, Bowlmor Lanes, Times Square. Ali was all strikes and spares. This Pizza Cake with fireworks also happened.

~signs of winter~

Saturday, December 1st, 2018

Morning ice, guest bed sawing, Hudson Winter Walk, first storm of the season.

~autumn light~

Monday, November 12th, 2018

We drove to Kingston to test-drive cars we didn’t buy. The light was lovely.

~all hallows eve~

Wednesday, October 31st, 2018

A four-block stretch of our street becomes a Hallowe’en hub for kids from all over the county. The local Democratic chapter holds a candy drive and donates supplies to the residents of the 80-some-odd houses. So we’d been warned, but were unprepared to host—too much moving in still going on this year. Instead I walked […]

~ littlejohn island~

Sunday, October 7th, 2018

~hansel’s apple orchard~

Saturday, October 6th, 2018

~bradbury mountain~

Friday, October 5th, 2018

Maine hike and closing date celebration.

~cape cod~

Thursday, October 4th, 2018

As we count the hours until our first house is finally bought, we say goodbye to that chapter, hello…?


Saturday, August 25th, 2018

I used to joke–as an archivist of other’s pasts–that my own journals would end up at The Goodwill. Today I discovered my undergrad/grad photography portfolio was lost to–or transformed by–a flood in my rental basement. The negatives are fine, but much of the early alchemy happened in the darkroom. And so, 1990s, adieu!

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