Tag: palette

in which we are here

I get to live here. That’s what I was thinking, listening to Cloud Cult on the drive this afternoon, looking to take today’s palette photo. The weather is just turning sharp this week, and I’m taking everything in before true winter sets to work. It doesn’t feel as though it’ll be long now.

we all know which side we’re on

In truth, I haven’t felt terribly inspired this week. I’ve felt sad, and nostalgic, angry, and a little frightened. Mostly sad. I have spent the week thinking about some of the places that shaped me in my twenties- the Rainbow Room (which closed so long ago they don’t even have a page, damnit), the Lighthouse, my stray nights at the…

in which there is more of this palette business

I know, there was no List last Friday. Not for a lack of Very Good Things, either, but more that I was spending my day in the midst of them and got a little carried away. Friday was for family, and then the weekend became terribly exciting, and so now here we are. This week’s List will just be a…

in which there is nothing to fear

I’ve always loved the doctrines of impermanence and emptiness. They are confounding, confusing, and incredibly direct, going right to the heart of our deepest fears, finding our soft spots and pressing them, pressing us and asking us to fully live in this present moment, to realize the immediate. It’s a challenge, but a welcome one.

in which this thing is still happening

There is clematis in our front yard. There’s a real joy to moving into a place in the winter; you’ve no idea what’s been planted before you’ve gotten there, and spring is a bit of a surprise; we have irises on the side of the house, daffodils in the far corner, and surprise! NOT morning glories, but clematis going gangbusters…

in which there is a little experimentation

MDSW was good. Strange for us, of course— we were visitors this year, both locals and not- so- locals, holed up in a sweet little Air BnB with old friends in a town we both spent nearly a decade living beside. Surreal is probably a good word. Maryland gave us a wet welcome, but turned it out for the show; a…