I posed some expectations and questions about Australia before I left. Now that roar of travel has settled back into normal life, I can take a look from this side. How were my expectations met or not, shifted or not? With travel, there are the things you think you know, and the things you don’t […]
This became very long. Sometimes, a musing requires more time. I hope you’ll enjoy walking with me through the outback. Since my return from Oz, the memory images that rise most insistently are about the days at Ylarra. When I finally emptied my suitcase, the bottom was covered with a fine layer of red dust, […]
P1000710 Originally uploaded by A writer afoot Since I can’t figure out any other way to do it, and I’m stuck waiting for a plane out of Ayers Rock, here’s the photo that should go with the Devils post.
Might be a bit too jetlagged to blog properly, but here is a photo for you. Melbourne skyline last night. Very pretty downtown, shiny skycrapers and towers of offices. And another photo, the first foodie pic: I’m not sure what it is, but pretty, no? […]
Two days to go before I leave for Australia. What are my goals? What are my expectations? Goals: To take great photos. To look for those excellent, beautiful, telling things that will illuminate the experience for me, and for you. To be like a sponge, wide open and without judgment, and absorb absolutely everything for […]
For the past three days, as I showered, or chatted with a student or another writer, or walked from one hotel to the other, the girls in the basement have kept up a little series of nudges. “Now? Can we come out and talk now?” Teaching, however, takes a lot of heart energy, mind energy, […]
On our last morning in New York, I took a quick look around, at the black and white wallpaper and the framed vintage magazine prints and the chandaliers made of plastic beads and thought, as I did several times over our stay, “I wish I could stay in this happy moment a little bit longer.” […]
So, I haven’t been here much. I’m teaching a couple of classes, writing quite a few essays and articles, and plotting out the new book. Feeling exasperated that I still haven’t had a training walk. Sunday, the weather was miserable again–not awful, just that blustery cold that makes you (me) want to kill someone if […]