1. Pocket Park Sometimes it happens in the spring sometimes in the fall, but it never happens in the summer. This weekend Trudy marshaled her energies and gathered folks for our neighborhood’s contribution to Austin’s It’s My Park Day. A fledgling park down the street was born recently when the city bought several parcels of land […]
Yearly Archives: 2017
Mr. Loudmouth
1. A Moon/Venus False Start The thinest possible slice of moon was hanging in the western sky next to the brightly shimmering light of Venus. Both were shrouded in a foggy mist, and the black sky of night was glowing with globular halos around both… Wait. You don’t want to hear about this. This is […]
Lost Marco
We thought the backpack belonged to the two women across the Taco Deli picnic table from us. They had said yes when I asked if it was theirs. I must have misunderstood. It turned out to belong to Marco who walked up a few minutes later, clearly drunk and apparently homeless. “I’m not sure I’d […]
Unintentionally In Sync
It was lunchtime. I didn’t feel like going far for something to eat, because it was cold. So I walked to Whole Foods for the salad bar. I was sitting at a tall table, eating my meal, working on French language drills on my phone and enjoying the music. I glanced in the direction of […]
Fine Things
It’s a fine thing, that Oak tree sapling poking up out of the pot from the acorn we poked into the dirt in the pot under the mulch in the fall. A fine thing, that spring-green finery, ever optimistic under blue skies and under chicken wire to keep the squirrels at bay. And it’s a […]
Lady Liberty
From the cover of Der Spiegel from Germany. From the cover of the New Yorker from the East Coast. And from a protest sign in Poughkeepsie.
Smiles of my Brother’s Daughters
The sky was blue. The sun was high in the sky. And these were the smiles of my brother’s daughters.
E. Cernan
RIP E.Cernan. Oh, that we might have returned before you left.
Turn Out the Lights
We made New Year’s cards this year that had a cover with the image of the sun sitting on the horizon. We left if up to the viewer to derive a meaning — something like Ben Franklin’s observation about George Washington’s chair. If I know the fair and industrious Trudy well, her preferred interpretation might […]
The Gentle Chimes
The radar shows pink and purple to the west — the stuff of severe thunderstorms and tornados. The rain hasn’t arrived, yet. There’s no thunder or lightning. The storms are approaching only slowly and are still far away. Still, the wind is picking up, and the wind chimes hanging from the eves are ringing. And […]