Saturday, September 30, 2017
I'm retreating ever further from what passes for the real world - with very good reason, given its state, if you ask me - and finding ever more consolation in taking pictures that keep my mind off the headlines. Herewith, a late-summer iris from August, recalled today, which has seemed like our first real day of Autumn.
Thursday, September 28, 2017
Word that Hugh Hefner has shuffled off this mortal coil at 91 seems like news from a vanished era. I ran this marvelous clip from 1969, of soul diva Carla Thomas at a televisual Playboy party, a couple of years ago, and it seems right to revisit it today.
Sunday, September 24, 2017
As our national discourse continues to descend (with the man who in other circumstances would be Leader of the Free World now basically spending his time sticking out his tongue on social media), a little escapism seems in order...
Tuesday, September 12, 2017
So I've been taking pictures of flowers lately, and I've decided to inflict them on you. No special reason, really, but looking at things like this have been one of my ways of coping with mad times, and I thought you might like them, too.
Monday, September 11, 2017
[I wrote this in 2015; with every passing year it recedes a little. It will never really fade. The sky so blue...]
A day so perfect, so crystalline; one on which there's truly not a cloud in the sky. That's what it was.