Christmas Greetings from the Hemingway Birthplace Home
Merry Christmas to all who celebrate today and tomorrow! This is my current view when I come down the stairs from my studio in the attic of the Hemingway Birthplace Home. That studio will be empty for a few days now as I'm off to Israel to visit my daughter. See you in the New Year!
Happy Chanukah!
Yesterday was the first night of Chanukah, quite appropriate for my family's annual visit to Chicago's Christkindlmarket downtown, thanks to Chabad Lubavitch's giant Menorah. At the Christkindlmarket we stock up on horribly expensive but cheaper-than-a-flight-to-Germany goodies like Hanuta (hazelnut-paste stuffed wafers), Mon Cheri (cherry-liquor and cherry-filled pralines), Lebkuchen (German gingerbread, but that's not really the right term), Schokoküsse (how to explain? marshmallow-fluff [...]
12/12/14 – Time Capsule
I am keeping with my tradition of creating a time capsule of the 12th of December, begun as a project on 12/12/12. One day, way in the future, it might be fun to look back on what one particular day at this stage in my life was like, and how, perhaps, the daily routine changed or didn't. So here goes: [...]
You Can Always Count on the Waves
I consider living along the Chicago lakefront one of the great blessings of my life. The other day I went for one of my favorite walks, along Rogers Park Beach on the way northern tip of the city. I have a special love for the lakeshore in winter. The combination of ice, sand and snow always strikes me as [...]
Farewell to an Old Pot
Why, I ask myself, is it so hard to say good-bye to an old pot? I know why, actually, but I still keep mulling over it because it strikes me as odd to be sad over a cheap, 25-year-old aluminum pot. On a recent morning I found it in the fridge, where it always resides when I've made a big [...]
My Photo Essay in Bella Grace Magazine
My photo essay "Capture Magic that Hangs by a Gossamer Thread" appears in the winter 2015 issue of Bella Grace magazine, on sale as of today, December 1. Last Wednesday, an unassuming grey plastic envelope arrived in the mail. No sender was indicated, but by the feel of it, a bulkier magazine was inside. As I sliced it open, [...]