I’m trying to find a way to blog in less time — yesterday’s post, while mostly unedited, took about 2 hours, although to be fair most of that time was spent looking for pictures to upload to break up the monotony of text (The Monotony of Text: memoir title?). I know some of you are [...]
Entries Tagged as 'photo essays'
Books, games, and art
December 2nd, 2010 · 3 Comments · photo essays, projects, travel, writing
Tags:art museum·book reviews·chagall·chicago·fallout new vegas
Living off the land, sort of
October 13th, 2010 · 1 Comment · food, photo essays
I went foraging in Prospect Park on Saturday, in the hopes of finding edible mushrooms, but confident that, as with my first tour with Leda Meredith, I’d not come away empty handed. And while mushrooms were thin on the ground, at least in the accessible areas of the park, I did come away with something [...]
Tags:foraging·garlic·prospect park
Flea Market Finds
August 18th, 2010 · 2 Comments · photo essays
Ocular proof that I do occasionally leave the apartment. We took a few turns around the Brooklyn Flea on Saturday with visiting friends Alison and Bill (the very same who introduced us to the Giant Orange a couple months ago). I like going to the Flea, though it does tend to get a bit old, [...]
When smoking was classy
July 25th, 2010 · 9 Comments · flashbacks, photo essays, stuff
Next month will mark my five-year anniversary as a non-smoker. I’m happy to say that I don’t miss it at all — which surprised me at first, since all I’d ever heard from ex-smokers was how much they still craved cigarettes. Once, during one of the eleventy thousand times I tried to quit, someone who [...]
One more Travels in Montreal post
July 5th, 2010 · No Comments · photo essays, travel
Montreal is an exceptionally pretty city, one that lends itself quite well to meandering from street to street, without a clear sense of direction. It is not unlike New York in this respect. So for our last day, we opted to simply wander around and see what we could see. There are many parks. This [...]
My Grandmother’s Hats
May 11th, 2010 · 5 Comments · flashbacks, photo essays, writing
My grandmother was a classy dame. So classy, in fact, that she’d probably disapprove of my calling her a dame. She was a lady. (When she died, and family gathered together to talk to the rabbi about her life, I remember my mom and aunt saying something like, “She never wore pants. Because ladies didn’t [...]
Tags:1940s·1950s·1960s·fashion·grandmother·hats·history·mad men era·Minnesota·st. paul·vintage
Move along, nothing to see (not much)
May 6th, 2010 · 3 Comments · photo essays
I went out yesterday for a walk, as I am trying to do daily just to get the hell out of the apartment, and brought my camera along thinking that if nothing else I could post pictures of my journey and have something pretty to look at on this post-Cinco de Mayo, post-Lost analysis, Doldrum [...]
Tags:bird town·fort greene·hipstamatic·iphone·myrtle avenue·prison ship martyrs monument
Farewell, My Caturday
April 10th, 2010 · 1 Comment · photo essays
Caturday started out like any other Caturday. Like any other day. I was working an important case. But my whiskers were twitching. Something in the office wasn’t right. I suspected my office had a plant. One plant I could handle. Two plants just made me mad. They think they can occupy my sill and I’ll [...]
Tags:cat noir·cat pictures·caturday
Oh to be in Fort Greene, now that April’s there
April 3rd, 2010 · 3 Comments · photo essays
(I am sure that’s what Robert Browning meant.) I love my neighborhood in the spring. I love it in all seasons, really, but I think spring suits it best. I had to run a couple errands today. Regular Saturday stuff, like going to the farmer’s market in search of fresh veggies. Got there a little [...]
And now . . . different . . . something.
April 1st, 2010 · 2 Comments · photo essays
There are a million cat stories in the naked city . . . This is mine. (Hi! It’s the start of Script Frenzy and I haven’t started writing anything yet. Instead, Scout and I had a mini photo session.) It all started when a dame walked into the bedroom. It always starts [...]
Tags:cat noir