Archive for the ‘co-conspirators’ Category

~swifts of siracusa~

Thursday, October 24th, 2019

O Cuntadino Sutta lu Zappuni by Sicilian Soprano of the South Rosa Balistreri.

~maestro of modica~

Wednesday, October 23rd, 2019

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 […]

Protected: ~apollo’s temple~

Monday, October 21st, 2019

There is no excerpt because this is a protected post.

~tiny ghost fox~

Thursday, October 17th, 2019

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. […]

~the girl out of the garden~

Monday, September 30th, 2019

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…

~impish arachnid~

Wednesday, September 18th, 2019

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 […]

~morning meditation~

Thursday, August 15th, 2019

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.

~sign o’ the times~

Tuesday, July 23rd, 2019

Minneapolis connecting flight.

~high tailing~

Thursday, February 14th, 2019

Startled (by) a few white-tailed neighbors, while crunching from studio to kitchen though the icy twilight.

~la belle et la bête~

Thursday, February 14th, 2019

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 […]

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