I am a native in this world And think in it as a native thinks
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Nothing special about the view from my rear windows -- I seldom observe any murders or romances or, for that matter, humans -- except the way that the angle of the sun sometimes makes these odd geometries out of the fire escapes and their shadows.
Saturday, March 27, 2010
Part of the great fun of digital photography is the ability to turn images into something else by cropping and rotating and distorting. I often end up deleting 90% of an image and keeping only a face, an object, a corner.
So this picture from last weekend becomes a splash of color I'd love to be able to paint on a canvas but lack the skills to create. And I spend yet another afternoon lost in Photoshop instead of doing my chores.
The source: the reflected rear end of a Canada goose swimming in Central Park.
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
I love the names of birds almost as much as I love the birds themselves: kestrels, towhees, vireos. No one borrows those names for anything else; they mean what they mean. Their birds own them.
And then there are grackles. Grackle. It sounds like a symptom that you'd describe to your doctor: "And when I wake up in the morning I have this awful grackle." Or a new product at Home Depot, a combination of grout and spackle, something that you'd want to be very careful not to inhale or get on your bare skin. But it means a beautiful iridescent blackbird, and that's all it means, and it's such a blunt lumpy name I don't think anyone will ever be rushing to borrow it.
Sunday, March 21, 2010
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