But, for now, I am trying to shake a cold loose and get a hold of my runaway time and spirits.
This was shot on Tafelberg Road at the foot of Table Mountain, Lion’s Head is in the background.
Growing up in the south of France, I think I might have taken flowers for granted. As a kid I never doubted their supremacy and thought they were as intrinsic a part of nature as clouds and oceans. Québec, I knew, mostly lacked said flowers, but I assumed that was an exceptional stigma brought on by…Details
One of the major rules of branding is that once an image is created, and it had better be a strong one, we must be very, very careful about any subsequent changes to the look. But since I am no Coco-Cola or Nike, I can afford to bend the rules. I love designing – not always very effectively – new logos and styles, so I make a point to change often.Details
This weekend’s run was a partial repeat of one I had done many years ago, along the southernmost flank of the Brooklyn mass. I rode the R subway all the way down to its conclusion in Bay Ridge, warmed up to the foot of the gigantic Verrazano-Narrows Bridge and launched into my return home on…Details
Those of you who have been reading this blog for years are used to it by now. Every once in a while, I get itchy fingers and eyes, and redesign the site from floor to ceiling. I have oscillated between white and dark themes since the very beginning. In my opinion, white is easier for…Details