Tag Archives: creative writing
The Alphabet in Words and Visuals: J
The Alphabet in Words and Visuals: I
The Alphabet in Words and Visuals: H
The Alphabet in Words and Visuals: G
The Alphabet in Words and Visuals: F
The Alphabet in Words and Visuals: E
The Alphabet in Words and Visuals: D
The Alphabet in Words and Visuals: B & C
The Alphabet in Words and Visuals: A
Yes, it has been a while, lots of distraction, medical appointments, specialists, a weird month of migraines and of course, Mercury in Retrograde adding to the nuttiness! So in my alternate universe of creativity, I was working on a project for my iPhone photography group and manipulated it a bit to expand it. A letter per day in a photograph. I added words. What the heck; words are my other thing. Let’s begin here with A. [all photographs taken and edited on iPhone] PS I was found “guilty” after two protests!
Continue reading →Nostalgia: On Baby Ducklings and Rye Bread
Near the corner of East 14th Street and Avenue B there was an entrance to a store that was recessed from the building line and had two pillars; the façade was covered in red and mirror mosaics, making the entrance a bit hidden from the rest of the store doorways, but it beckoned in its exoticism. When I pulled the door open I was hit by the odor of sugar and bread. Bakery products were made in the store, not in some central commissary; the smell was magic and this was my version of a Proustian madeleine, evoking my … Continue reading →
A Steller Story: As Seen, As Felt
The module of study of my iPhone Photography course is “story telling.” Here’s the latest. As Seen, As Felt https://steller.co/s/6FPhkc7cMfd
Continue reading →Finding a New Home on Steller Stories
Holy Makerel! There are times I feel like a fish out of water. Though I post to Instagram and EyeEm, it always feels like there is something missing: Words. My new “home” is Steller where words and photos augment one another. I have begun to post there. My first, trial post was on cooking: My latest is on New York City. Within a short time I received a “LIKE” from the site, and an email: “Congratulations! Your story now has over 2,700 page views 76% Web 24% App Your story is off to a great start! Share it … Continue reading →
108. CreARTive Sunday: What I do (original post, 2007)
When I was working I found it difficult to devote much time to myself and my joys; I was too drained to come home after a day of work, do what I had to do for my family and around the house to spend much time “creating.” At this time my concentration has been on writing, which is something I finally gave myself the right and the time to return to, and I am loving it. But I seem to go in cycles because I need to focus. I loved to knit and to sew. I use the past tense … Continue reading →
52. Part 2: Music, Art, and Dusty Books: a travelogue
Monday, July 9, 2007 MASS MoCA: One of my favorite artists was Spencer Finch: It is easier to include the article from the website as it is well written and explains the artist and his work. As always, there are several artists who I latch on to, who I feel and experience at a gut level. They are the avant-garde crowd who see the world in a different way; who provoke, who push, who tease us into thinking beyond our parameters. About Spencer Finch Finch was born in New Haven, Connecticut in 1962. He received a degree in comparative literature … Continue reading →
30. It’s Automatic: NY Phenomenon: Fun Fast Food
One of my fondest memories of growing up on East 14th Street in Manhattan was the Horn & Hardart, Automat, near Union Square. My mother would take me on the Avenue B bus for a 10 minute ride, and the excitement would build. We’d often go shopping first at S. Klein on the Square, where one could find bargains galore; great stuff and everything at low prices. After some heavy shopping, we’d round the corner and pop into the Automat. It was a chain that started in Philadelphia by Joseph Horn and Frank Hardart, and became most popular in New … Continue reading →
31. Age of Love
For a number of Monday nights I have been glued to my television set for an hour watching a pop program, “Age of Love,” which proposes an interesting question. When it comes to couples, does age really matter? The Bachelor: Mark, an Aussie hunk, pro tennis player. Age: 30. The Women: A gorgeous bunch: Age: 40’s. Mark meets the women in their 40’s and is amazed by their beauty, intelligence, spunk, sense of fun, humor and adventure. He has to eliminate one each week and will be left with his dream date/mate. Things get complicated. More Women: A gorgeous bunch: … Continue reading →
33. Whole Foods: Whatcha See Is Whatcha Get
While walking down the produce aisle at the Whole Foods Market, (a food store that specializes in supposedly healthier food, some organic, and decidedly higher priced than regular food stores) my Cerebral Jukebox honed in on soul music playing in the background, Whatcha See Is Whatcha Get. I was happy. I felt like dancing. I flirted with the produce guy over a bunch or cilantro, I boogied over to the radishes. I looked at faces staring intently at the ears of corn and white peaches. No one else was on planet 60’s with me. I decided to make gazpacho. I … Continue reading →
38. Technology: Don’t Read This Blog; You’ll Be Bored
I am no technophobe. As a matter of fact, I love technology; I love learning about it, applying it, using it and conquering it. I am a techno-warrior.Over the years I learned my way around the techno mazes.I’ve explored the ins and outs, up and downs.I’ve been troubleshooting and upgrading and even getting friends’ computers up to snuff.But this has been a notable techno-wacky year. In early February I was the first kid on my block to unpack a shiny new Dell computer.Running Vista. My new computer turned out to be a gleaming elephant of a paperweight for weeks.Every technician … Continue reading →
24. Part I: In A New York Minute: Underground Birthday
The way it used to look: Thoughts pull me back to my New York subway days. New York City is a public transportation town unless you live in the borough of Brooklyn, Queens, Staten Island or the Bronx, where there is more breathing room and a place to park. I lived in The Bronx for the 7 years I was married to my first husband; it was hishim.It was a long commute for me to get to Manhattan to get to college, and later to get to work. Buses, trains, transfers, pushing, crowds.This particular train line, the (fitting … Continue reading →