March 17, 2020
Little altar
In order to maintain some kind of routine and sense of time while we’re all isolated and out of work, and also get outside at least a little bit as safely as possible, I’m trying to go for a walk in the park both early in the morning and late in the evening every day. I failed this morning and slept late. But last night I went out and found this whimsical shrine to I don’t know who or what.
September 7, 2019
Nighttime visitor
Well hello, friend!
[Image depicts a bright green cricket hanging out on the inside of a white paper lantern in a dark kitchen at night.]
June 16, 2019
Pigeon standoff
It isn’t uncommon for me to wake to the sound of cooing or scratching pigeons–my building is bordered by alleyways on two sides–but one morning earlier this week, I was woken by that familiar sound… slightly too inside my window instead of out.
[Image description: A large, dark gray pigeon perches atop a stack of journals on top of my chest of drawers, beneath a photograph which he’s knocked askew.]
We had a little bit of a standoff while I caught my breath, figured out what to do, and naturally took a picture. Remembering a childhood incident in which a big crow had come down our chimney and gotten itself trapped in the living room, I opened the window wider and pulled the curtain aside so he could clearly see the only way out of the room, and a moment later he was …off on a different adventure for the day.
February 27, 2018
An offering to the Fair Folk of Central Park, I’m pretty sure
Found on a very gentle hike around the North Woods about a week after spraining my knee.
Open to alternate suggestions than that these are faerie offerings.
I did not dare touch them.
February 6, 2018
A poem on the underground wall
[Image is part of Langston Hughes’s “Let America Be America Again,” printed on a black sticker in orange text, stuck on vertical beam on the 59th St. subway platform, that reads:
O, let America be America again-
The land that never has been yet-
And yet must be-
Out of the rack and ruin of our gangster death,
The rape and rot of graft, and stealth, and lies,
We, the people, must redeem
The land, the mines, the plants, the rivers.
The mountains and the endless plain-
And make America again!
Langston Hughes]
January 21, 2018
Afterglow
One of the things I loosely keep track of year to year is the first day of the year that it’s still light out when I leave work. Depending on what I’m working on, sometimes it’s as late as May or June.
Being in daytime rehearsals right now, I think this year marks the earliest occurrence, and I stepped off the subway to this sky in early January.
May 18, 2017
Love one another.
[Image description: Sidewalk chalk art reads “Love one another. #HHNY” in pink, blue, and orange block lettering.]
Easter evening in Prospect Park, Brooklyn, for a friend’s birthday.
