All That Glitters

The airport is an integral part of my routine. This week I picked up the poet Harryette Mullen.

TaraShea bought a gasmask as a birthday present for a friend.

Still life with Egyptian tattoo.

Rejected.

Gold spray paint makes me very happy. (I've got big plans for these little guys.)

This is TaraShea's heart...beware.

I decided to hold my fire.

This is a real insect! (Molly's masterpiece)

And this is what happens after you inhale too many spray paint fumes. Poor, poor TS.

A little spin; a pirouette.

I got a little behind. I forgot I had these photos...



It's true--I like messy hair.

I never leave my shoes here when Ross isn't around. ?? Together we have a lot of shoes.

Aww...Honey Bear.

Then Ross had to go home. Elizabeth and I ate a bunch of onion rings. A bunch. Those are her little sweater paws.

Charting the Territory

People still wash their cars in this weather?

Somehow, this space made sense after seeing Old Joy. (See it if you can)

They're still fixing the roof and porch of the house behind my building. It was crushed by a falling tree in the big July storm. I miss that tree.

When your shoes grow heavy

Ross and I got our shoes muddy exploring the torn down buildings nearby.

They've got deluxe condos planned for these three lots. (I don't know who 'they' are)

Phone book!

Then Ross needed a summer fix, so we visited the butterflies, and the camera grew a layer of condensation.

An anonymous Inuit giggled under her personal waterfall.

And seafaring Silas steered the restaurant on the proper course.

Isolation and Alienation in the Bush Era : starring Vincent and Elizabeth

Opportunity Costs

I wish tapas were a regular part of my life.


I'm suddenly so anxious for spring.

Watch your grammar, kids.

Ross and I walked the entire perimeter of Forest Park

Mary Jo hosted a party for Deborah Eisenberg, our visiting professor.

The elevator's great fun in MJ's building, but it got stuck at the end of the evening, which meant I got to lug the recycling, and leftover cases of wine down five flights of stairs, and then go back up.

Our gracious hostess, Mary Jo

And my evil boss, David, looking bony.

Anton fought over a plate with Deborah.

Elizabeth wore her new starry night Swedish girl dress.

So many writers in one room: Tim and Kathryn

Bethany gestured a little too wildly.

Sara and TS foretold Elizabeth's destiny.

E looks a little nervous, but the outlook was good for her--in love and work.