The art of seeing closer: the magnifying glass

The art of seeing closer: the magnifying glass and the imagination of the ant Photo by Tim Girvin SEEING CLOSER ….. When I was little, I put my head on the ground, in the grass, pretending I was an ant. I’d drag my head along, moving through the close...

THE TOAST THAT CHEERS

When you hold a glass upwards and clink with another, the point would be — “what, exactly, are you doing?” I’ve thought about that — being someone that doesn’t drink — what really is the point of that effort, the convivial...

TO BE, AND TO BEING

SIGNING, AND FINDING A WAY. Photo by Tim Girvin HEADING back to my car, buried in the most dismal garage (that still has great windows) I was struck by this piece of advice. I took it, and kept on going. My point, to the learning – just keep going, thinking...

THE LATEST TIME

Photo by Tim Girvin In the distance of the night, and the earliest morning, some time in the crossing from one day to another. I was just up. I thought to look at the eclipse, but there were clouds and the raining movements covered the shadowed line. I was thinking...

THE STORM BREACH

NOW, out there, the winds rip and ring the shore like cold waves, rippling. There is a sound in the trees, the waterline that is a rushing fury, I can hear it close, and I can hear it far — out there, up above, across the sounding body of water. The air is...