April 29, 2014 § Leave a comment
It’s rain week in Minnesota, which means it’s not the best weather for photographing spring. However, at the first sign of sun, the landscape will pop.
Until then, I’m still playing around with the new camera. I wove around Nicollet Island tonight and happened upon a railroad trestle. Within minutes of stopping to take some photos, a train came by, making for a more inviting and active landscape.
April 28, 2014 § Leave a comment
What I’m reading this week — lots of short articles on photography and writing, as well as a piece that challenges us to talk to strangers, national profiles of a Minnesota children’s writer and a Nebraskan photographer, and an investigation into an American Indian Movement advocate’s murder in 1974. Topping it off with some science-fiction:
- “Hello, Stranger” by Michael Norton and Elizabeth W. Dunn (The New York Times, April 25, 2014)
- “Juicy as a Pear: Wanda Gag’s Delectable Books” by Alice Gregory (“Page-Turner” blog, The New Yorker, April 25, 2014)
- Lexicon by Max Barry (2013)
- “The Pros and Cons of Publishing With a Small Publisher” by Robert Lee Brewer (Writer’s Digest, April 23, 2014)
- “A Quiet Moment Among Neighbors” by James Estrin (“Lens” blog, The New York Times, April 23, 2014)
- “River Teeth: Editor’s Notes Volume 15 Number 2” by Dan Lehman (River Teeth, January 29, 2014)
- “The View From a Pinhole” by Jessie Wender (“Photo Booth” blog, The New Yorker, April 26, 2014)
- “Who Killed Anna Mae?” by Eric Konigsberg (The New York Times Magazine, April 25, 2014)
April 25, 2014 § 4 Comments
A day summarized in five short stories.
A man approached me after we had each practiced serving and hitting on our respective tennis courts. “I see you have issues with your backhand. Check out my instructional video and give me a call. I can help.” He gave me his cards (two, because I must be really bad). This made me blue because I always thought my saving grace was my solid, stellar backhand.
St. Thomas hosted a 12-hour Emily Dickinson poetry marathon at its library. Participants came and went as they pleased, sitting in cushy seats around a large circle and taking turns reading her poems.
I lasted several rounds and crept away after reading my sixth or seventh poem. Then I stuffed a goo-filled chocolate cupcake down my gullet.
The St. Paul Art Crawl got underway tonight. I tackled the Midway area rather than the ever trendy (but oh-so-cool) Lowertown. At the Carleton Lofts, I met chatty folks and their dogs.
At the E&L Bindery Building, someone asked if I was chasing clouds. Another said my purse matched her glasses.
At the bindery, I climbed these scary stairs:
My fear of heights kept me from going beyond the second floor. But that’s where I found twin sisters who make customized silicone mermaid tails that start at $2,500 a pop (or fin). And they are booked solid with orders six months out.
I never knew I lived in a world where people spent the equivalent of a hefty mortgage payment on a fake mermaid tail (as opposed to a real one).
I drove behind the Rock-Tenn building on Vandalia and discovered a mountain of dead cardboard boxes awaiting reincarnation.