Monthly Archives: January 2011
“Towery city and branchy between towers; Cuckoo-echoing, bell-swarmèd, lark-charmèd, rook-racked, river-rounded.”–Gerard Manley Hopkins The first indication that I’m not a visionary came when I rocked the PSAT in high school. No one had told me it was coming; no one … Continue reading
There are days when I marvel that Byron hasn’t packed it in when it comes to our marriage gig–you know, taken his bandana and a broom handle and tied up his Swiss Army Knife, bag of marbles, pet frog, and collection of … Continue reading
“I don’t like to be in pictures; I like to take them,” avows Paco. Good thing he’s proven a gifted photographer already–no need to delete his shots or bolster his efforts with false praise. The only problem arises on occasions … Continue reading
Tomorrow, we get on a bus that will take us from Gaziantep to Kayseri. It’s an eight-hour ride and will land us in Kayseri after the last bus of the evening departs to the smaller city of Urgup, which we … Continue reading
After a somewhat rough landing (the crowded dolmus toting us over the mountains from Iskenderun to Antakya pulled over somewhere in the city limits, summarily dumped us out, and left us standing in the middle of a bewildering industrial area nowhere … Continue reading
I have a deep and spontaneous affection for Grandpa Types, a prediliction that is going to become simultaneously more appropriate and creepy as I age into my golden years. For now, though, I see a cutie grandpa and just want … Continue reading
Our two days of snow this winter were magical. Please send some more.