saying vs seeing

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11/19 2:30 am, Tribeca.

This last Saturday was a break from routine. After a brisk walk up Greenwich a few blocks to Varick where the Downtown location for Empire State College sits, I spent the day with a group of strangers (not for long) playing games, sharing stories, singing songs. It sort of felt like camp but it was my applied theater residency, one of the classes I am signed up for this semester- and the only one I am not behind on! Afterwards I dashed over to Bleeker to see my friend's band, Then Omaha, play at The Bitter End for a few songs before seeing another friend's performance piece on Christopher street, dinner in China town, lots of chatting and planning a new project then insomnia! So the title of this photograph should read "Insomnia, Tribeca."

The other classes? Advanced Drawing and Photo Blogging. Piece of cake right? Well... My hopes had been to roll all of my interests together, as I am convinced that they are inter-related and the secret to happiness lies in... hmmm, in claiming with aplomb my creative voice and expressing it in these different mediums; art, photography, theater, film. 

The hardest part in all of this is writing about images, photographs, art. It's a whole thing, this artspeak, it's so different than where I come from. I feel like we make images to say the very things that we can not put into words. 

I spend too much time in my car evidently

reely and truly, I needed this.

inspiring

entre chein et loup

Driving 

Route 9, Rip van Winkle bridge, Catskill, Tivoli waterfront

Ulster avenue sunsets, poetic schlepping

We have spectacular sunsets in the Hudson Valley. These past few weeks during a glorious Indian summer, every evening has been breathtaking. Even friends who are professional photographers can not help themselves and post magical, jigsaw worthy sunsets. Luckily, the sky and the clouds are democratic, and those of us that schlep to the grocery store during that magical hour instead of lingering on the banks of the Hudson River, get a glimpse of paradise too.

soho reunion

My old neighborhood, my old old neighborhood. I try to not be too nostalgic, and really one has to look hard past the glitz to see the old haunts, but I loved my years in SoHo. I loved it when it was a neighborhood, when half the place was artists' squats. When I go back I stop by some of the old loading platforms and have a seat, and if I could boy i'd time travel back to that time when these streets were my front and back yard. When you could smell the pepper on West Broadway.

Redfield & Sons

It took my second to youngest son going to college and the price of text books to prompt me to finally open an etsy shop.  RedfieldAndSons. Since his major is in Marine Biology, a result of National Geographic dvd's on Jacque Cousteau but mostly of being on location with me while I was filming in Saint Martin, the theme was easy enough to come up with! La Mer! The sea, sea creatures on t - shirts. We learned to make our own screens and after a few trial and errors, we're selling T-shirts! T shirts to start with, and I'll be adding stuff as I go.  

https://www.etsy.com/shop/RedfieldAndSons

At home in transit.

Germany somewhere by the looks of it, "Abflug". Arriving or Departing? I honestly don't remember. Those were the years of a flight a day at times. Monday- Munich, Tuesday- Milano, Wed- Hamburg, Thursday- Paris... Friday- leave for Marrakech. 

I miss it. Some people hate it, traveling, being uprooted from one's routines, I crave it. Last night I dreamed I was in Barcelona again, back at that bistro by the port, the one with the squid tapas and the waiters in white jackets, hair slicked back with pomade. 

Alarm clock, groaning because we're out of milk and cereal, throw some waffles together, quick get your library books, don't miss the bus. I'm off to the farm stand and the hardware store to get the lawnmower fixed. 

looking back, going forward

Funny thing this whole Throw back Thursday thing. I love seeing peoples pictures, so many times they are of times I remember, and they just don't feel that long ago- that's the scary part!

Here's a quickie video grabbed from an episode of Highlander- not so long ago, and yet a lifetime ago - Ha! At least my character's, she gets tossed out the window just moments after this scene.