I’ve missed you guys, but as most of you know, I’ve been a bit busy putting these ideas to work in my first feature-length film: Trippers. You can read more about it if you click that link. In it, a young widow fights with a quirky consignment shopkeeper in an attempt …
And we’re back! After a week of reading and fiddling with Blogger and waiting in vain for better answers from Google about when they would restore my ability to upload images, I voted with my feet.
Tough-N-Dry (Fantasy) Eighty-five muggy New England degrees, at noon-thirty, and this man shows up on the job site, jacket buttoned to his neck, wearing gloves. Something like a sock bunches around his neck. Slightly more curious than nervous, I introduce myself. He responds, “Tough and dry.” No name. I look …
Fruits of Our Labor (Fantasy) The tree might be a hundred years old. It suffers from an old injury to its base. I consulted three arborists. One said it was a hickory, and would never recover. One said it was a locust tree. Trash. Not worth saving. One confessed outright …
Fairy candles lure from the coolness of the house to a steamy summer garden bonfire Alive with spicy promises Whispers, laughter, distant music.
Like the summer-shaved head of a small boy, moss calls me to scrub my hand over its surprising stubble softness, to soothe my seriousness with its velvety tickle. Today, I restrain myself. The moss blooms! Its stringy, goofy flowers nod their burgundy heads to one another, wave, giggle and delight …
Inner World of Trees I (Fantasy) Something was trapped in that tree, trying to reach out. Was this an unfinished man partially fashioned from an ash tree as in Algonquian legend? Was this a wayward being, turned into a tree by an angry God? Are its groanings and creakings the …
Eye Rock (Fantasy) I can see her grinding, rhythmic, stone on stone. Making medicine from herbs. Making food. Making memories: first, for those she served, memories of good meals, surrounded by good friends, celebrating a good harvest; second, for those she never met, memories of a time when baking bread …
Home-9 (all) When you enter an empty room do you register what you see? Rarely, I think, unless its emptiness shocks you. The room is, well, empty, therefore it is unlikely to contain anything or anyone you seek. Why would you bother to study it? A photograph of an empty …
Musical Chairs (Fantasy) I first saw the birds on silken ground, flying over gilded hills in a Tokyo elevator. Even crushing myself against the wall, sucking in my breath, I could not capture them all on film.(It was film then.)I resorted to melding photography with sketching and painting and digitizing …