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I try to pinpoint words that when strung together, like beads in a necklace, express something with texture and richness; I hope for the occasional sparkle of a well placed gem. I frequently fail miserably. But on a good day, as with a candid photo, I unexpectedly capture a heartbeat, and it feels as if I've successfully seized fog with my hands.
Thursday, September 29, 2011
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
"The Green Fields of the Mind"
~A. Bartlett Giamatti
Friday, September 9, 2011
In the days, weeks and months that followed I made many trips to New York, the smoky plume from “The Pile” rising to meet my plane. I tasted pulverized concrete, saw windows pasted with ash, and faces peering from paper flyers attached to fences and buildings as families searched for their missing. Flowers spilled from steps onto sidewalks in front of every police and fire station.