Archive for the ‘memento mori’ Category


Wednesday, January 13th, 2016

I think just for today I will avoid beating the now weighted path I’ve trod every few days of the last years–to the library and, by default, Bowie’s house. It feels strange, maudlin even, to mourn in this way a man I’ve never met. I share a glance with the occasional bleary-eyed oldster coming from […]

~thanks from the strange kids~

Monday, January 11th, 2016

For two years I’ve lived a few blocks from David Bowie and Iman’s loft on Lafayette Street in SoHo. Their place is directly above the library branch I visit a couple times a week and I’ve imagined I would see him one day, catching a cab or putting out the recycling. I knew when that […]

~galeries d’anatomie comparée et de paléontologie~

Saturday, December 12th, 2015

~musée de la chasse et de la nature~

Friday, December 11th, 2015

We had a field trip to the Musée de la Chasse et de la Nature to see the exquisite Walton Ford exhibit. More than any other, the Beast of Gevaudan is derived from the human imagination. It has never existed in reality. In the nineteenth century seemed a very interesting book called Extraordinary Popular Delusions […]


Wednesday, December 9th, 2015

~venice: san michele~

Saturday, September 26th, 2015

A vaporetto trip to Isola di San Michele, an island cemetery with rows of Cypress and a marble church designed in 1469. Lots of photographs I’ll let speak for themselves.

~puglia tre~

Monday, September 14th, 2015

Heading to breakfast we discovered swifts circling their own. These birds have been a totem animal for us since our first EU adventure and even grace our wedding bands. We had worried that we’d missed their season, but as the region’s tiny foxes with glowing eyes greeted us just as we spoke aloud the seeming […]

~one day~

Thursday, August 13th, 2015

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~morning (glory) meditation~

Sunday, July 26th, 2015

Recently I told a friend that I don’t meditate and the following morning found myself, coffee and camera in hand, in the same spot I’ve stood each morning since planting these. That constitutes my kind of meditation–singular, steady focus on an ever-changing tempest in a teacup, inspiring thoughts of Life’s restless energy, the fleetingness of […]

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Sunday, May 3rd, 2015

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