by Tim Girvin | Nov 14, 2005 | Diary
weather worsening — but of course, it’s really like Seattle. Seattle in winter. Driving rains, driving winds – and chilled. I feel like I’m barely prepared for such inclemency, to clothing. But I’m used to it. I’ve wandered in to...
by Tim Girvin | Nov 13, 2005 | Diary
I did go back to Sofa and selected, with care, some calligraphies. These are more like the wabi sabi objects that I love, from Japan. Or from that matter, anywhere. These rusted and weathered articles speak to me of people, of time past, of beauty expressed and...
by Tim Girvin | Nov 12, 2005 | Diary
It was a long day of wandering. And I learned quickly that fast befriending Turks, even those that are innocuous in their gestures of friendship, are, in all likelihood, drawing you to their carpet casbahs. Exiting is challenging. So, you simply go. That works. I met...
by Tim Girvin | Nov 10, 2005 | Diary
Greetings and good morning. And it’s far in the morning there, mid day, here. I’m in Istanbul, having just arrived. I’m staying at the Four Seasons here — which, really, is the first time I’ve done this, ever — staying at a hotel...
by Tim Girvin | Nov 10, 2005 | Diary
In arising this morning, the mist settled out over Central park; and the haze was illumed by the street lights, which glowed from beneath the trees like luminous cocoons enwrapped in silken scrim. Beauty emerged, in advance of the reckoning of the day. From 200 feet...
