an impossibly possible project

I’m driving with the windows down and my hair down and the late August light makes everything gold, gold, gold: the asphalt, the windshields of oncoming cars, the dozen college boys who run across the road in front of me, shirtless, their skin on fire in the setting sun, to run down the green median [...]

With grace

Good morning! We are just about to head out on a long bike ride (so happy) but I wanted to post these photos. I am loving the morning light this summer… and playing around with focus. I’m so looking forward to The August Break (there are a lot of projects around here that need some [...]

A studio glimpse + a way cool anthology

Here are a couple snapshots from photo booth earlier when T. interrupted me unexpectedly. I had just finished this update. I often use photo booth for editing actually. I read to myself out loud, then play it back, while following along and making changes. It helps me focus on the text, especially if I’ve been [...]

August, just around the corner

Summer is galloping by. Full tilt. Allready the shadows are longer as we head outdoors after dinner, the four of us. The boys head to the sandbox. T and I grab our new rackets and giggle as we attempt volley after volley in the fading summer light. Around our heads halos of insects swarm; the [...]

Saying Yes

The summer rain is falling slantwise against the open window glass. The sills are damp, the view a duotone of green and grey: foliage and clouds. In my new studio the window looks out on an apple tree, Norway beeches, and beyond the cloud cover, the mountains not so very far off. I’ve spent most [...]

A quiet space

Here are some studio glimpses…I love it so. And today I am trying to make one more hard, important, life-changing decision about career pursuits. It depends wholly on others: their help, support, time, etc. And it’s about having kids and having a career, naturally. About pursuing graduate school now, or waiting. It’s about feeling like [...]

There is an art to this

There is an art to this. To waiting, to being present in uncertainty when moments are only whatever it is that they are until the next moments arrive. +++ Today writing terrifies me. It terrifies me because of the way these stories last, the way we tell ourselves stories in order to be who we [...]

At the outset of summer

There are three baby birds above T’s office door, on the floodlight, quiet until their mother arrives: a startling swoop of gray plumage and then she’s off again. I am across the lawn from them, legs up, sun on my knees, hearing the wind become the sound of innumerable fluttering leaves. This is how our [...]