The Mist of Knowing

Photo by Tim Girvin I was in an alley, early morning, only days ago — and the cold was almost unbearable. This, 5am — and walking the alley, steam rose up into the light, creating a kind of painting. A misted water-coloring, awash in seething color and...

RINGS OF THE IDEAL

As I touch an idea, another comes forth, and I contemplate the strength of the ringed expression of that thought (a story, perhaps,) moving outwardly — this, arranged on a Fresnel lens — touching like ripples, but made of glass. Light as idea. Photo by Tim...

SAVORING THE SHINE

Photo by Tim Girvin SAVORING THE SHINE Today, in NYC, the sun is out, it’s brilliantly shining. And in standing near our offices, off Madison Park, I’m looking up into the sun and savoring the shine of the light. A truck with a heart(full) calligraphy,...

THE CENTER OF THE STORM

Photo by Tim Girvin I SAVOR THE STORM – AND THE STORY OF ITS SPINNING Sometimes, the most utilitarian is the most beautiful evocation. I think of seeing things as voice — there is a calling to the eye. Walking down an alley, in the lushly posh places made...