P.S. El Chupacabra

El Chupacabra is alive and well and resides in my closet.

Then and now.

Earlier this month, when I was back in Minnesota and we were talking walks through the Quarry Hill nature reserve, we made it to a familiar point on the hike, and I had to get the shot.
Here’s the scene from late November of last year:

I still love the colors there, the nacre of the sky, [...]

Trust no one.

We were at a restaurant down in TriBeCa last month and the woman who was our server was this stick-thin Russian-looking woman wearing an “I Want to Believe” shirt.
I was this close to complimenting her on her shirt, maybe opening the way for a little conversation about The X-Files and what a fantastic [...]

Parenpathetical.

Embedded in an email to a friend:
(Oi. Look at all the modifiers in that previous sentence. I am being weirdly delicate here. Possibly also because I was thinking of writing a story called “Battre les buissons,” after a footnote in one of Rousseau’s pieces… Oi. I am also a huge geek. [...]

Photoglob.

I’ve finally gotten around to shuffling through some of the photos I took while I was at home in Minnesota at the beginning of the month, and I was pleased enough with my haul.
Here’s a little tour through the southeastern bit of the state.
First, Lanesboro, Minnesota, tucked between some hills and rubbing against [...]