Adapt or die.
Virtues of Ben Franklin
“Either write things worth reading, or do things worth the writing.” — Ben Franklin
Brooklyn: Prospect Park
After coffee and croissants at Cafe Martin, we spent three hours wandering through Prospect Park, enjoying a perfectly clear blue autumn sky and the fall foliage for which New England is famous. The light! Now, back in Austin all I see are drippy gray skies and dull green. The temperatures were in the mid-70s, a bit warm for Brooklyn for the beginning of November.
User Experience
2015-10-08 17:42:53-0400 – Updated: 2016-10-28 13:29:24-0400 My Engineered House: User Experience My multi-year involvement with another project has finally drawn to a close. Now I have the luxury of being able to turn my full attention to the next big commitment: building a house. The idea was planted in our heads a couple of years ago but it’s only just begun to take hold in our hearts. We’ve lived in
Far From the Madding Crowd
having since spent some time walking in similar places, I am much more impressed at how well Hardy captures them.
5th Avenue
…more ominous than inviting: the female figure objectified and faceless, no eyes to see; the sneering herd of male figures leering down on her from above; the passerby on the street looking in. The reflection of other windows. Who gazes down at us unseen from those windows? And I behind my own lens and filter, hidden from view provide the window that constrains your gaze.
Cultivating Delight
One of my continuing interests has always been what the physical objects which we create and with which we surround ourselves say about us, both as individuals and as a society. Who does not walk into someone else’s living space and eye the collection of books, or music, or video to help form some opinion of the person who lives there? Our possessions are both archival (what we treasure about
April is the Cruelest Month
Every day is a new opportunity to look…the garden piques my curiosity; it encourages me to observe and record, to compare, research, and analyze. And that makes me want to get up each day to rush outside with my morning coffee to see what’s up.
Going Light with Backpack or Burro
Before I left on my trip to Patagonia, I came across this delightful little book at Recycled Reads. Written in 1951 by various members of the Sierra Club of San Francisco (the focus audience being people exploring the National Parks of the American West), the editor, David R. Brower, prefaces the sixth printing in 1962 with this message. “More than a decade later (and six printings later, each helped by
Journey or Destination
Every photograph is a mini-destination, a momentary stopping point frozen in time. Thoughts on two scenes on Ruta 9 headed toward Puerta Natales, Chile.