In late morning, the light through rippled glass dances, lines appear for a moment and reappear, reminding me that we only see the parts of light filtered into wavelengths we can comprehend. And the rest? Whimsy just out of sight…

My younger sister Kassandra (she’s the youngest of the three of us) is an incredible, fierce dancer who just moved from San Francisco, where she was training with Alonzo King’s LINES Ballet and posing in front of walls of graffiti. (Stunning, isn’t she?)

I’ve just freshened her personal site kassandrataylor.com;

you’ll see new Flickr images, [...]

As we wait out a tropical storm in Miami, I am thinking of a sky loom rather than the looming sky, inspired by this part of Anthony Doerr’s breathtaking, brief piece in this summer’s Granta:
Salmon, wildebeest, locusts. Storks, swifts, snow geese. What if the torrents of animals migrating past us every year left behind traces [...]

…so runs the middle line of a marvelous Merwin poem published in March in the New Yorker.
And so water splashed down the middle of my day, cleansing, replacing.
I opened the door to watch colors washing, the drops marring the stillness of the pool a few steps from my door;

but then, flashes of [...]

“The hypnagogic is that first stage of sleep that we drift into, when our bodies jerk and we startle ourselves accidentally,” Kate wrote on Amanda’s blog a few days ago.
That hypnagogic state is the one I often feel I’m in while visiting San Francisco—not that I wanted to wake from a dreamy chocolate tart [...]

My friend Jenne joined me yesterday morning for a brunch of scrambled eggs, bacon, sautéed potatoes, and summer squash.

Making our way through a bottle of cava, we talked about the week, odds and ends, and decided to meander through the International Mango Festival at Miami’s Fairchild Garden. (Read the rest after the jump)

Last night, my friend Jenne invited me to the Dot Fiftyone gallery opening of an exhibit from MoonStar called “Transforming Light” in the design (Wynwood art) district of Miami.
There is a severe sense of fabulous in some Miami areas, where women dress entirely in white, there is always a rooftop beckoning with undulating conversation in [...]