Of Abigail as a 17 year old
Every time I see the ACM and MTM, I have a camera with me as well as my iPhone. I never take a picture…What is that?
We had a lovely dinner tonight at Covo up on 133rd and 12th Avenue. Mama is nearing the end of this leg of her book tour, MTM is ending a convention and I just wrapped up another 12 days in a row of work so while not running on empty we all could use a fill up. Nevertheless a fun evening.
But the question is why do I never pull out my camera when I see them?
Before I met them I spent some time walking the river.
When winter first begins to bite
and stones crack in the frosty night,
when pools are black and trees are bare,
’tis evil in the Wild to fare.
The weird turn pro.” – Hunter S Thompson
Kristin Holcomb led her “Breakfast in Red Hook” Borough Walk through ICP this past Saturday. We were out for over five hours. If you walk with me you can see a few highlights from the first part of the day…
The Challenge is here.
I once again borrow Melanie Neilson‘s words to express a feeling:
Verse 8 of
“Bird Coming Through A Super Doorway: The Doris Touch”
Now see what good turns mirrors for reflection have done:
Delights to peep, gaze therein on screwball heroines, screwball heroes
In cave, temple, destroyed boudoir, where-through the sun, endlessly
True and false, light and sound are found. Loving form,
Doris fulfills her intention to make poetry vital in her time
Fierce faith therein, multiple readings do show her art evergreen.