NYC for the first time in fifteen months. The smell of burnt candied nuts and subterranean subway air as it comes wooshing up the stairs. So. Many. Humans: laughing, shouting, embracing, badly playing full drum kits, on wheels and in the streets, in poet’s revery and tutus. We walked most of the island below 14th […]
Our 12th anniversary gift generously presented over morning coffee, not so generously shared. We love these sweet mice, and before this, humane trapped them one by one and walked them to a nearby field for relocation. New era!
A few days ago, at the peak of the monsoon that shrouded my birthday, I went to my garden to refill the birdbath and found a tiny, silvery moth floating on its surface. Thinking it hindered by wet wings, I slipped a leaf beneath to offer a bit of traction, but the moth seemed beyond […]
…and then you drive out of Ravello by way of the Amalfi coast, cleverly avoiding the inland mountain road you travelled the previous day, which made the hairpin turns of the coastline seem child’s play, and your wife eerily silent, but for tiny gasps. And then, perhaps 45 minutes into your journey, the road you’re […]
As we moved through Modica’s melancholy decay and many shades of green, I pondered the possible significance of the gifts of Siracusa, two of which tie to melancholy myths of prophets—one beheaded, one disbelieved and eventually murdered. I love the notion of being a conduit for messages from the beyond, as writing sometimes feels. I […]
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 […]
New moon scarab sighting! The Green June Beetle (Cotinis nitida) has felt like a spirit animal from way back, a messenger of transformation, crossroads. I’ve never seen one this close—they have amazing antler antennae! The interwebs says the plates at the ends are called lamellae, and can be compressed or fanned out like leaves to sense […]
Dead moth and burgeoning butterfly balanced the equinox scales today.