Sunday, December 8, 2019

Anthropologie's Holiday Words

When the weather outside is frightful, fools like me traipse around New York searching out the holiday windows. This year Anthropologie's are key words writ large, knitted, woven, fringed, wrapped in yarn. They speak the language of the holidays while reminding viewers that a wooly sweater or nice warm scarf might be a very good thing.

Sunday, December 1, 2019

A Mysterious Shape

It looked like some untamed natural phenomena, perhaps a whorl of dust in a storm or the most threatening clouds imaginable, backlit around the edges. I discovered it as afternoon turned into evening. The shapes, the textures the sense of light made me stop and look more closely. It's only the hood of a very beat-up car, but that flaking paint holds worlds of possibilities.