Boston — The way I see it, this is not about the discipline of writing everyday. That’s the point of NaNoWriMo, to get you used to a routine and setting up a foundation. This is not about craft. Not yet, anyway; that comes later. This — posting moments to Hi — is about me getting the words out. Even if they’re fragmentary, half finished thoughts, let loose into the ether. This is about the ordinary. N...
Boston — stay up late into the night talking about white sails over cheap wine. Ponder about why there is a gradient of blue that lightens as it hits the horizon, understand briefly that there is a scientific ...
Boston — Every year, somewhere between when the leaves wither and fall, and the first snow begins to cover the ground, there is a moment in time where every morning brings amazingly beautiful sunrises and ever...
Boston — I spent most of the last few years floating along, which is why I feel like, at the cusp of the new year, I have been trying to hold on to my memories. Here is a photo from three and a half months ag...
on the road
It's Sunday morning and we have no plans. How nice!
A late summer afternoon Boston South Station, about to head west on the Commuter Rail
Walking through Boston, thinking about life. It is weird how those two feel strangely connected.
Floating
Paying it forward
The view from the deck of the Charles W. Morgan. She's visiting Boston for a few days, and I had the lucky privilege of an early-bird tour!
Ordinary things: but they mean I am settling into a new home. (Also, after three months, I finally have something to put my clothes in.)
Bay views
Old and new
Rainy park day
Bridge to Boston
Thursday was a beautiful evening for a walk around the city.
Work
It was a beautiful evening in Copley Square last night.
Whiskey Rebellion - Today I went over to Central square to partake in Whiskey Rebellion at Moksa.
Sloppy, snow covering sidewalks, weighing down branches, dressing the bones of naked trees. Another grey-smudged sky. The winter lingers, an unwanted guest.
Genius bar revisits
overcast afternoon, under blankets on the couch in the strategy commune. yoga on the horizon
Peking duck
This is a beast named Bruiser.
(Bus) Terminal Sunrise
iPad Air in its natural habitat: the cafe
New England has entered the season of extraordinary sunrises and sunsets.
Sunrise on the South Boston Waterfront
A beautiful and unseasonably warm day in Boston.
Before the Music
Encore, MFA
To write about how the day unfolded and draw no lessons from it except the small pleasure of seeing one's words before you.
At the end of a beautiful autumn day, a view of my city.
I love autumn. Even cloudy days
Beautiful sky
Little Bus in a Big City
Industry on a foggy morning
Even for the Animal Rescue League, it's a somewhat odd sculpture.
Drizzling outside ... warm and quiet inside.
A beautiful day in the Fort Point Channel.
I often don't notice things like this.
Government
The color of flavor
Summer's last stand
Be who you were created to be and you will set the world on fire. It's time to burn.
No one can stop a girl who dreams...
The crow flies straight even when the path is winding.
A foggy morning
The ages coming together
When I grow older, marry me and
Bitter aftertaste
The oldest seats in baseball.
The Isabella Stewart Gardner halls echo of of eras much more beautiful and dignified than this...
At bukowski tavern in Boston. It's down the hill from my hotel & I needed a place to sit down & write up notes from a conference. Cool vibe
The couple frets of being from the land of the -itis, and we are determined the bar of the -oy'ds will save the day
That Week in April - Lockdown
The Partisans