I've been writing a little each day, but never quite finishing, a post about blueprints and time. And while I work on that essay, in the background, I'm going to bring forward a few pieces from the vault, starting with this one, about Diana cameras and Hipstamatic, both of which are part of my love … Continue reading Something about photographs.
Memphis, once known as the hardwood capital of the world, was built on a bluff, the Chickasaw Bluff, along the eastern side of the Mississippi River. The soil on the bluff, according to my limited understanding of it, is an interesting mix of loess (windblown silt), glacial gravel and alluvial deposits, good for filtering water … Continue reading Ever green, and orange and black.
For the past few weeks I've been in the good company of more than 200 million people around the world, all of us still hearing the lingering echoes of John B. McLemore and Brian Reed, seeing ghost images of clocks and sundials and tattoos, and a maze.... As you know either very well or not … Continue reading Not tedious, but brief.
(Note: weekly menu's at the bottom, even though this Saturday's post isn't about food.) I envy scrapbookers. I envy their shelves of creative memory markers, the hours they spend enjoying their creative process as they clip, crop and embellish. I have a scrapbook or two, and every now and again I'll sit down and create … Continue reading 26 Ordinary years. (I have a blog? And a weekly menu?)
25 years ago today (ish) I graduated from Princeton University with a degree in visual art (photography) surrounded by the expectation that I would do extraordinary things. Our reunion weekend began yesterday, and I am content to be reading about it on Facebook from the comfort of my perfectly ordinary Memphis, TN kitchen, reflecting on … Continue reading 25 ordinary years