04/10/2023
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...
04/08/2023
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...
04/07/2023
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...
04/06/2023
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...
04/05/2023
Nineteenth Entry Sunday, April 5th, 2020 I lie still, taking in this new day. Quiet. Not one passing car. No sounds of radiators, revelers, neighbors, contractors, car alarms, or crows. Not even a fly or a child in the playground. After a while, I hear my neighbor to...
04/04/2023
Eighteenth Entry Saturday, April 4th, 2020 The flowering trees have outdone themselves in the quiet of this year’s odd spring. Earlier tonight, locking my bike on Sullivan Street, I noticed the uppermost tapered part of the Empire State Building was red. I have seen...
