Since the end of August until September 2, all (tennis) eyes (and others) were on Serena Williams who announced that she was evolving away from tennis and her last tournament would the U.S. Open. Her run-up to the tournament wasn’t impressive so it was not certain if she’d get past the first round. She did….
August was… (August break prompts #s 19-31)
It’s the last day of August, so now you get little snapshots of the last couple weeks or so of the month. My hands (#19) On the 19th of August, I played tennis with Dante. We still try to play once a week. It’s a fun time and I like getting out on the court….
August Break #s 10-18 in reverse order
Five years ago (#18) I just posted a photo to IG of a plane coming in to land in San Diego. I was walking around downtown San Diego as I did nearly every weekend. It’s funny because I didn’t consider myself a “walker” or “hiker” then. Hell, I don’t think I even wore a sports…
August Break #8 (my favorite taste) and #9 (red) – or family tributes
My Favorite Taste It didn’t take me too long to realize what my favorite taste(s) are. Whenever my mama cooks her typical Spanish food, which is food that is not readily available in restaurants here, those are my favorites. They are things like a simple potato omelette or the more labor-intensive cannelones. There’s also croquetas,…
August Break #5 (midday), #6 (I’m reading), and #7 (beneath my feet)
Midday Some of these prompts are hard not just for photography but for writing. I figured that midday for me is roughly 2:30 pm, assuming I get up at 6am and go to bed at 11pm. That’s true on average I guess. I chose an artsy shot looking up through our pergola in the backyard…
August Break #3 (handwriting) and #4 (sweetness)
Handwriting The photo I posted on Instagram was of a postcard that Avi, my grandfather (Mom’s dad) sent to me and Sandy in 1976. He had very elegant handwriting. He dotted his i’s with open circles. My mother is constantly befuddled by how small my handwriting is. It is small, and, admittedly, hard to read….
August Break #2: leaf (or the story about my first Pushcart Prize nomination)
Much like the poem describes, I was reading a library book when a leaf fell out of it. I didn’t recognize the leaf, but I was fascinated by it. Later, the same kind of leaf but smaller also fell out of the book. Suddenly, a poem was born. Sometimes it happens that way. Easy. Like…
August Break #1: morning light
My bedroom window faces east. That means if I forget to close my blinds at night, the early morning sunshine streams brilliantly into my room. The head of my bed is right under the window. In the summer, I keep the windows open a bit so I can catch the cool night and dawn air,…
Dad
Four years.
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