Never Say Never

… As for your interest being purely theoretical, never say never: I have a feeling the only way to photograph a backlit saucisson on a 12.5 x 5.5 foot terrace would be to use HDR… Yours truly to a friendly stranger – July 27, 2007 Well, we never said never. Instead we chopped the starting…

Good Bye Terrace

We are at T-minus a bunch of sleepless nights and steamy days, Brooklyn-bound at last, stubborn as beagles homing in on the cheese. Here in Harlem, nights are mild going on tropical and while fireflies for some reason have deserted us, the terrace is lush and welcoming. Marie will once again leave a bit of herself…

The Life of a Cat

Blog reader: “Tell me how he died…” Vince: “I will tell you how he lived.” Adapted, with a smirk, from The Last Samuraï When I came to New York City eight years ago, inbound from beautiful Vancouver and landing at Newark’s International Airport for a coffee – yes, I had flown across North America to come have coffee with a stranger in…

Woodstock, Winter, White

So time has passed but the flame burns hot. Recently, a small celebration was in order after seven years of blaze. They decided to get out of the Big Apple for the allotted two days of a city-slave weekend. He rented, through a phone app, bits back and forth and no human contact, a Zipcar. Dwelling two blocks away in a…

Cats

Forever deprived of the utterly endearing and highly sophisticated disdain of our late Estorbo, cat of a lifetime, Marie and I have been carefully avoiding the subject of his magnificence in particular, and all feline supremacy as a whole, like one treads lightly on the edges of a tropical beach where little land-mine-like grass burrs called sand…