Visible Woman

I wish I were out taking a walk on a bright, cool day. I took this from the Pfluger Pedestrian bridge last Sunday. I was walking back from Z...

We only deal in narrative, really. Oh, we think we are about emotions and feelings and such: love, hate, sadness, desire, curiosity, learnin...

I was running through old pictures looking for inspiration and I found this reflection in the window of the (now razed) Las Manitas on Congr...

I find lots of ways to waste time. Yesterday I blogged (yeah, maybe that's a time waster, you think?) Yesterday I outlined the ways I th...

This is a reflection of railings at a modern retail and lofts area on SoCo. I've heard some things about that place kind of being a disa...

One reason I've never written any of my books, leaving them all unwritten is that I have a fear of plagiarism. Will I unwittingly think...

This is a popular thing to do in the digital age, I know. Taking pictures of people taking pictures with their little screens just visible. ...

Occasionally I get comments about my blog's tag line (over there to the right: "Pretending to write but really just blogging."...

New York was chilly. (Although after we finally got there it was sunny until we tried to leave.) Here I took advantage of a black backdrop i...

Part of a design exhibit up at MOMA when we were there was an Airstream trailer. Airstreams have fed my imagination since I was a teen. (One...

I was thinking that I'd quit blogging about certain topics until I had something more definitive to say. What are they? Downsizing, my C...