Archive for the ‘USA’ Category

Winter fireworks

Sunday, December 29th, 2013

For the 2nd year, one of the cutest towns in the United States, Kirkwood, Missouri, sets off holiday fireworks. Last year they were left-overs from a 4th of July that was too dry. It was such a hit, it has become a new tradition!

Fireworks in front of the Kirkwood, Missouri City Hall.

Fireworks in front of the Kirkwood, Missouri City Hall.

Poetics on Bedford

Thursday, April 5th, 2012

A passing conversation heard on Bedford and 6th,
filtering by on some jazz in the air.

“They never understand art.
Is it about poetics or is it poetry?”

“It’s about occupied poetics.
They never get it.”

Innocent mind

Sunday, September 11th, 2011

A day when many are remembering an awful tragedy, I offer the face of a little one whose innocent mind is without this memory. Unless she sees the cover of a newspaper today.

Anna, safe in her house looking out at the world


Wednesday, August 17th, 2011

You’re going to tell me this photo is so banal and I’m going to tell you how much I love it.

You’re going to tell me it’s an ordinary country road and I’m going to tell you it’s the road between my parents’ houses, the route I’ve determined is the fastest, with the least traffic and the most open space.

You’re going to say it’s in the middle of nowhere and I’m going to say it’s a place I feel love.

You might know the stress of traveling between two pieces of your family, the guilt over not being there, the balance in your mind, the simultaneous leaving someone behind while joining someone else, looking behind you and in front of you and wanting to go in both directions at once.

No one can know how many times I’ve travelled this ordinary road, or how personal is the shape of that tree, how loved is this view over cornfields that make me feel so strongly a sense of place.

But I tell you, from a person who think she was born with one foot in melancholy, I am happy driving on this piece of road, in silence with the windows down.

Summer in Cadillac

Saturday, August 13th, 2011

The ingredients for the most basic of innocent summer pleasures:
hot sun, green grass, garden hose, H2O, little sister.

Addy & Anna, summer 2011.

Mounted to the wall

Thursday, January 13th, 2011

Oh honey, don’t worry. No one is going to hang you on the wall.

The day I arrived at my parents’ house, my step-Dad had killed a deer with a bow and arrow. It was also the day I met the new dog. Yeah, that is a dog on my mother’s shoulder. I was skeptical about the idea of buying such a pet, but I dare anyone to meet her and not love her.

Mom's shoulder

Morning is frozen

Wednesday, December 29th, 2010

I woke up with a text message from Dad saying, “Are you awake? Look at the trees.”

It’s a treat being home, and seeing the sun rising at the same time as my family. In a time zone seven hours ahead, this text wouldn’t make sense, it wouldn’t happen. Of course I’m awake, it’s 2pm!

So I piled on clothes, kissed the dog goodbye and headed out. If she had more meat on her bones she could’ve come with me but her little bird legs can’t handle the cold. She would have to ride inside my coat and she’d probably sneeze all over my camera.

Frost, 8am.

Back inside, I feel as frosted as those branches.
But my hands will soon be around a big warm mug of honey-sweetened coffee.

Hey Dad, look at the trees!

Twas the night before

Friday, December 24th, 2010

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.

Adelina awaits

Thinking of you, NYC

Saturday, September 11th, 2010

Because it’s a New-York-on-the-mind kind of day, I went looking through the NYC folder to see what I could see, that I might not have seen before. This photo is from my second visit to New York, almost exactly three years ago, when I couldn’t get enough of the view from my friend’s rooftop on the upper east side. I would have happily slept up there.

paths crossing on the upper east side

11 O’clock Moon

Thursday, August 6th, 2009

Post eclipse.

From a front yard in Illinois.

midwest moon

An Illinois playground

Tuesday, August 4th, 2009

this used to be my playground.

winrock 3

for 14 years,

my entire childhood,

i looked out from my bedroom window

at this pond,

from that little white house

with the black roof,

and the red door.

winrock 2

these rocks used to be my mountains.

at one time i needed a helping hand to climb the tallest one.

now they seem almost pebbles,

but they have not moved.