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A Thousand Falling Shadows

 In old movies–especially the black-and-white noir films–you’ll often see someone standing under a streetlight. In the movies the streetlights always cast a distinctive pool of light below, with a relatively sharp boundary between the light and the darkness beyond. In … Continue reading

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The Saxhole of Chestnut Ridge

Every Sunday I take the dee-oh-gee on a nature walk. We go to a local park, usually one of our local county or state parks; our most common destinations are Knox Farm State Park in East Aurora and Chestnut Ridge … Continue reading

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A vignette from the airport

I had to pick my mother up from the airport yesterday. Generally I find that in terms of people-watching, I prefer bus terminals to airports, because at bus terminals you get the crazies. Airports seem to bring out the inner … Continue reading

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A sketch

We stood on the balcony of our room while on vacation, looking across the street at the moonlit beach. There were people still about on the Promenade — not many, but it wasn’t deserted, not quite yet. Most of the … Continue reading

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A Vignette

It was still pretty chilly that night, but evidently the elderly lady didn’t care: it was April and winter had been officially ‘over’ for three weeks and dammit, she just didn’t care. She was going out with the top down. … Continue reading

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A Vignette

She didn’t look elegant at first, with her enormous purse on her shoulder and her white NorthFace fleece jacket. She wore her shoulder-length hair in a tousled style, and her glasses were slightly off-angle. But her lips were rose-red, she … Continue reading

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A Vignette

This is something I’m going to try doing on a somewhat regular basis, as a bit of writing practice, since I always feel that my descriptions could use some work…. I was working a shit job at the time. A … Continue reading

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