It is autumn, occasional chill begging a blanket's comfort, occasional warmth reviving sandal straps. These are unpredictable days, suspended somewhere between bronze and silver. Foggy morning mist gives way, perhaps, to unexpected sun. But, then again, maybe not. Clarity may lurk just out of reach. It is hard to feel settled in this season, the … Continue reading A woman in season.
About a month ago I received a call from a journalist friend who was in a state of outrage over the Chicago Sun-Times' decision to fire its entire photography staff. Surely I would share her outrage, right? At the time, though, her words to me were just words. My reaction was this: Meh. I've never … Continue reading Heart’s eye view.