This week I saw the 1947 movie, “The Bishop’s Wife”, for the first time. Nominated for Best Picture, the film is a holiday jewel that escaped me for decades while I watched the staples like “It’s a Wonderful Life” (1946) and “Miracle on 34th Street” (1947). The last three lines in “The Bishop’s Wife” areContinue reading “Catch…”The Bishop’s Wife””
I grew up with the tradition of decorating the tree on Christmas Eve. This was back in the days when most trees were decorated with silver tinsel and large bulb lights, a great fire combination. Maybe this is why we waited until the 24th to put ourselves at risk. Factor in puppies and cats toContinue reading “Yuletide Disasters Recalled”
The jewels of abandonment, like this rusting flatbed truck, are nestled in the backroad fields of Northern California.
Read in the New York Times today about how scientists are trying to help the monarch butterfly make a comeback. This was one of the moments where I realize how little I know about nature. As a caterpillar this insect only eats milkweed. No milkweed. No caterpillar. No monarch. I grew up in the countryContinue reading “Disappearing Monarch”
With about 30 minutes of daylight left yesterday, I took my camera out to the backyard where winter weather has stripped the vegetation of color, save for one remarkable yellow rose swaying in the wind. I took a photo with a low sun peeking through the leaves of a tree only I didn’t notice the sunburstContinue reading “Backyard Winter Art”
In the 1970s I took photos of Michelangelo’s The David without restrictions. A few years ago when I tried, the museum cops stopped me. I guess there are new rules along with longer lines.
Read 90-second fiction at my site: http://twivelist.com, every Wednesday and Sunday. Today it’s extreme office politics when an embezzler meets a blackmailer.
So with a kick in my step I took off for downtown last evening to photograph the full moon shining over California’s capitol dome. The night was clear, I thought, and cold. Turned out it was a no-burn day, the full moon was a hazy whitish-brown orb, the moon was too low in the horizonContinue reading “Full Moon Woes”