~swifts of siracusa~
Thursday, October 24th, 2019O Cuntadino Sutta lu Zappuni by Sicilian Soprano of the South Rosa Balistreri.
O Cuntadino Sutta lu Zappuni by Sicilian Soprano of the South Rosa Balistreri.
We drove to the hillside commune of Modica, and while hoofing up the mountain to check out the Baroque alta (upper region), befriended a man who guided us to the main (and most decorative) drag. He showed us various buildings, including his own, once housing his medical practice (now retired), and when departing, gave me […]
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In eleven years we’ve made five trips to A’s family village in Puglia, and often driven its backroads in the wee hours, catching glimpses of these haunting little foxes. This time, on our last night in the area, this one stood directly in our path for a time-bending moment, transfixing us with its glowing eyes. […]
A day spent walking: TriBeCa through Chinatown to LES, up to the East Village then back over to Chelsea and Piet Oudolf’s backyard, cause you can take the girl outta the garden, but… plus! 🍸&🥟 with an old friend they don’t make like that anymore…
A striped stockinged spider dangled from our eaves, swinging wide arcs in the almost autumn breeze. It seemed to be playing, adjusting height to catch the best wind—now at my eye level, now up to the second story—and let me join in, trying mostly in vain to follow its impish swoops with my clumsy digital […]
Meditated this morning with my new carpenter bee buddy. As he ruminated upon a tall cluster of Verbena, I considered– not his ravaging of our front porch–but fine form and focus.
Minneapolis connecting flight.
Startled (by) a few white-tailed neighbors, while crunching from studio to kitchen though the icy twilight.
A decade ago, when we lived in Switzerland and travelled to neighboring countries on the endless Catholic holidays (sounds glam, and was, tho very champagne taste/youth hostel budget), I discovered these door knockers seemingly everywhere. Hanging languid and bewitching along cobblestoned back streets, they reminded us of Jean Cocteau’s Beauty and the Beast. Here is […]