Paris Shutters
Lately, all my post-writing begins with uploading photos — on this wee netbook (and with recent problems I’ve encountered with Blogger), it’s been easier that way. But it has the effect of allowing the visuals…
View PostLately, all my post-writing begins with uploading photos — on this wee netbook (and with recent problems I’ve encountered with Blogger), it’s been easier that way. But it has the effect of allowing the visuals…
View PostDaughter # 3, the one whose superpowers, she freely concedes, include a propensity to melodrama, called me Friday night, and despite her pretense at initial small talk, I instantly sensed the tears in her voice.…
View PostI know that when Roland Barthes wrote of the punctum, the tiny point or wound that punctures a photo’s studium or field, that draws and disturbs the eye, he had much weighter poignancies in mind…
View PostDetail from a painting by my friend, Alison . . . Subject to be revealed . . . The Vancouver Art Gallery exhibition The Modern Woman: Drawings by Degas, Renoir, Toulouse-Lautrec and Other Masterpieces from…
View PostBefore I tell you about my most recent portrait, I realize I need to spend some time with this image of my 17-year old self. I have to say, first off, that I’m a bit…
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