February 18, 2020
Falling backwards (A tiny late valentine to Pluto)
I learned from a Twitter friend this morning that today is the 90th anniversary of the discovery of Pluto by researcher Clyde Tombaugh! (I meant to make this post for Valentine’s Day, but this is better.) Only recently did I learn that the now-famous heart-shaped region of Pluto, the Tombaugh Regio, is named for him, because somewhat coincidentally, I’ve become obsessed with this song this week:
But the even neater coincidence is this song, whose lyrics conclude
“The heaviness that I hold in my heart belongs to gravity.
The heaviness that I hold in my heart’s been crushing me”
…was released in November of 2013.
The photographs revealing the heart of Pluto, the Tombaugh Regio, were not released until July of 2015.
(Some notes from the artist on the song and album are here.)
December 31, 2019
Cold twilight
Wishing you all a restful, happy new year! I’m hoping to get back to writing a little bit more regularly in the new decade than I’ve been able to recently. In the meantime, enjoy this view from an evening walk in my hometown over Christmas!
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.
Easter evening in Prospect Park, Brooklyn, for a friend’s birthday.
