by Tim Girvin | Dec 3, 2010 | Diary
Photo by Tim Girvin STARBRIGHT IN the chill of the night – there, standing in the middle of the street, tourist gawker: I am. Right here, looking up, craning my neck — some of the most expensive retailers in the world — that four corners:...
by Tim Girvin | Dec 1, 2010 | Diary
Photo by Tim Girvin Is this an upward climb, or a downward stride — the stance, in respite, a reflection of the moment. Up, or down, that pause to contemplate — where, next, that step? Sometimes, whether up or down, ascent or descent, the momentary pause...
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...
