Twenty-fifth Entryclick for next moment Saturday, April 11th, 2020 It was overcast and cold when I walked out the front door toward my bike yesterday afternoon. You barely need to look both ways before crossing these days, but it’s a good habit to keep. No cars were...
Twenty-fourth Entry Friday, April 10th, 2020 Awake, I lay still, taking in the quiet again. Has it ever been this quiet here, on this small island—100, 200, or even 300 years ago? I doubt it.There is a stillness as if no humans or animals live here. Lying in an urban...
Twenty-second Entry Wednesday, April 8th, 2020 Union Square farmer’s market was mostly packed up at 4:00 PM——earlier than normal. “Normal,” once a banal term, now needs to be defined. There was a palpable sense of comradery among the market vendors. Perhaps just the...
Twenty-first Entry Monday, April 6th, 2020 Week four of a pretty different life for many. New York City has transformed from the wonderful chaos of a Joan Mitchell or Jackson Pollack painting to the minimal order of an Agnes Martin or Barnett Newman. Wisconsin...
Twentieth Entry Monday, April 6th, 2020 Week four of a pretty different life for many. New York City has transformed from the wonderful chaos of a Joan Mitchell or Jackson Pollack painting to the minimal order of an Agnes Martin or Barnett Newman. Wisconsin postponed...
