Photo: The plum-blot test
This morning the baby is restless, so I only have time for a quick post. Luckily, I’ve been saving this photo for exactly this occasion. First, I promise, I did not doctor this photo, which I took in my kitchen, other than change the color mode to sepia. It may look like an ordinary red plum, but can you see the face in the middle? And once you see it, can you stop seeing it and just see...
Read MoreStory: On the 1 Train
The empty platform, temperate, smells like wet stone and musk, smoke and metal. The young man steadies himself against the tile wall as his friends laugh and chatter, waiting for the train at the earliest brink of morning. The woman, old and fat, she drips with jewelery and is draped with patterns, an heiress from Dominica, Lola, she had throw the young man a party earlier at her small West...
Read MorePhotos: Self portraits in glass ball
You’ve likely seen those lawn ornaments, shiny, colored glass orbs, the size of soccer balls, that sit on stone pedestals. They’re usually iridescent, glowing a variety of hues of one main color. Well, this weekend I used one at in-laws place to take a few self portraits, using my reflection in these decorative spheres. The balls give an automatic fish eye effect to the photos, but...
Read MorePhotos: The flower coasters
My obsession with flower photos took a different turn last weekend. Amidst all of the junk my family had cleared out of our barn to sell at the yard sale was a stack of plastic coasters that had yellow flowers embedded in them. That alone gave them a pressed, almost paper look. But when I photographed them with different backgrounds the results were wonderful. Against the blinding summer sun the...
Read MorePoem: Saturday morning basil
Basil Glow-soaked leaves, Like boats, they bow, pure green and pillowy, cupping the rain in their upside-down bumps. Plucked for the sauce, the soy or mate tomato, their scent is soft until knifed in fine ribbons Under tooth its savor slightly cinnamon, the perfume of roses and geranium. The whiff, bright coriander, the candy of tarragon, its oils tinged citronella, thick laurel and pine. Such a...
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