fire escape
I couldn’t remember the term, so I was calling these Fire Stairs. Not happy with the image, but sometimes that’s just the way it is. There is too much detail in these city photographs...
I couldn’t remember the term, so I was calling these Fire Stairs. Not happy with the image, but sometimes that’s just the way it is. There is too much detail in these city photographs...
I saw this posted on Facebook by Gathering Tribes. Contemporary ledger artist George Flett passes away. I read Mr. Flett’s obituary, seeing once again place names that I knew from the past. Nespelem, Wellpinit....
I don’t have the time to follow literary blogs, but I pop in occasionally. Here on Jacket2, an interesting form. At first, I thought the paragraphs were little prose poems, but they are summaries...
Son secret c’était ………………………. D’écouter la fleur User sa couleur. (Her secret was Listening to flowers ………………………. wear out their color.) Noël Bureau, Les mains tendues, quoted in Bachelard, POS (177)
Original, a door decoration on Nantucket