Pictures from an iPhone.
Wow, eight months. This counts for a bit more than hiatus I would say. For so long things did not feel right. When they do not feel right, I will not continue. Today feels appropriate. Hopefully my awfully long hiatus will be a thing of the past and not a repeatable event in the future.
After a shenanigan-filled night of jumping into pools where the depth was unknown, I am left with a contusion on my heel bone making walking a difficult feat to be accomplished. As I re-prioritize my life in terms of the necessities that lie on the third floor of my house while I reside on the first, I fantasize about the places my non-invalid feet can take me. Strolling through rolling pastures, experiencing waves of heat in a desert landscape, or crossing bridges into the unknown taunt my restless body as I hobble around on repurposed crutches that look like Red’s head from Fraggle Rock. These images will be my motivation to remain stationary and wear sensible shoes in order to continue my own wanderings in a timely fashion.
Pictures from an iphone.
The rain began Sunday night and has not stopped since. With rain drops gently hitting my windowsill and grey clouds darkening the bright morning light, it is easy to burrow deeper under my comforter and return to my lucid dreams. Late mornings, long books, and retreats into the imagination are the cure for the weather laying a damp blanket over the North East.
Odilon Redon (1840-1916), Portrait of Des Essientes from J.K. Huysmans, A Rebours
I find portraiture in black and white to be the most effective. Stripping color from the image, highlights the minute details of the face and body that make an image enigmatic and captivating. Here are a few of my favorite portraits as of late:
Shane MacGowan, Steve Pyke, 1987
Hugh Holland’s, Locals Only
The freakish warm weather in New York has me thinking of Venice.