Happy birthday to my baby brother Brien, seen here in happier days in front of our childhood home where he still lives.
August 7, 2015
August 6, 2015
Hollywood. October, 2007
The Walk of the Stars along Hollywood Boulevard was established when stars were stars. Miss Eve Arden earned hers several times over. Destiny's Child, whose star is nearby, I'm not so sure.
August 5, 2015
Watertown, MA. August, 2015
For my friend Patti, summer begins with her first iced coffee. For me, it's the first insalata caprese with a real garden tomato. And fresh basil (also from the garden), fresh mozzarella, extra-virgin olive oil, a little salt, some ground black pepper. (Thanks to our friend Charlene for the beautiful and perfectly ripe tomato. Born in NJ, I have high standards, and this one was perfect.)
August 4, 2015
Los Angeles. October, 2007
When I worked at Bose, it was always fun to travel to LA to scout locations for our billboards, to check later to see that the billboards were installed properly and to work on TV commercials. Early (6am) one Saturday morning, we traveled from our West Hollywood hotel to Encino, where we entered a huge sound stage that held several of the different indoor sets we were to use that day. Like this one, a partial recreation of the inside of a commercial airplane. It was fascinating to watch how the set was lit, how the director chose his shots, how the crew maneuvered the camera along a fixed track, etc. Fascinating for about an hour. But as our workday approached 13 hours, not so fascinating.
August 3, 2015
Hollywood. October, 2007
The Walk of the Stars along Hollywood Boulevard has, since childhood, always intrigued me. So when I traveled to Los Angeles and finally walked along the Walk, I was amazed to see the range of alleged "stardom" on display. Destiny's Child next to Igor Stravinsky next to Lassie. Judy Garland along some sad side street. Here's a bit of pavement about to be readied for the human star's appearance and the terrazzo star's unveiling.
August 2, 2015
August 1, 2015
Gloucester, MA. March, 2015
My friend Nick's late grandmother, who grew up in an Italian hilltown east of Naples, used to say, "August is the beginning of winter." I think of her and her forecast each year on this day. (The past winter with its record-breaking snowfall is not one I'm eager to hurry back. Though the visiting deer did provide some welcome beauty and grace.)
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