by Tim Girvin | Nov 30, 2010 | Diary
—- be sure to listen to the music, it’s nearly perfectly dubbed. These are Hooded Crows — “Camp Robbers” they’re called in the Cascades. Common in Europe — they’re called: Krakak — in Turkey. Tim …. GIRVIN |...
by Tim Girvin | Nov 29, 2010 | Diary
Photo by Tim Girvin I DON’T HOLD MUCH, IN A CEMETERY. Yet, sometimes you see things, along the way. Running by. Walking through. A very grey, cold day, walking through, this, there: wonder fullness, at the end of the world. That’s it....
by Tim Girvin | Nov 28, 2010 | Diary
NYC | Photo by Tim Girvin Looking north, pre-dawn, when only the mist is the light of Central Park, it’s like a land that hasn’t yet been discovered — there’s jungle there. And indeed, there’s jungle, round that jungle — ring, on...
by Tim Girvin | Nov 24, 2010 | Diary
Photo by Tim Girvin I couldn’t really see. The windshield was so mucked with road spittle, winter drivel, the cleaning fluid was frozen, I tried a bottle of old Roger & Gallet Vetiver — seeing if that would remove the snow and mud from the front (and...
by Tim Girvin | Nov 24, 2010 | Diary
Photo by Tim Girvin Dissolution, beautiful degradation; the dissolving — the shifting of solution from one stage to another, spattered with color. Looking at this wall, once cleaned masonry, now speckled with moss, the tinting of coursing water, the colors shift...
