On Gray Saturdays
In overcast light, no shadows point out how far four o’clock has come from eleven. Continue reading On Gray Saturdays
In overcast light, no shadows point out how far four o’clock has come from eleven. Continue reading On Gray Saturdays
Characters need to believe what they believe and say what they’ll say to be genuine and individual, and the outer world—events, other characters—needs to call them on it. Continue reading Two Serious Ladies
I recall the late rosiness of a midwinter Sunday. Continue reading Sunday Lessons
The photographer is at the top of the tallest building in the world. Continue reading From the Met Life Tower