Warmth in the cold [ November 7, 2002 ]
Paprika This shade of the colour red has shown up at various times and places, including the forest which has not only turned into yellows and reds, but has also almost shed those leaves. A skirt, the shop window at the greengrocer's, the amber light through the lampshade in a picture of a Paris hotel room glowing with the chance to go there, and get lost in the autumn city looking for shades of red, from dusk till dawn.
Street embrace The November picture in my Ruth Orkin calendar. I cannot quite tell if there is happiness or sadness behind the scene.
It is not Santa Claus... but still, there was a big collection of chocolate bars on top of the bed in my more and more temporary room. A gift without occasion or reason (other than generosity and caring). Certainly something to remember.
Here and now Sometimes her face changes character as she speaks. I haven't known her long enough to be able to tell whether that minute change occurs with the shift of mood, or whether it is the wine I have drunk. I want to take her picture, or rather, a picture of each of her two faces to analyze them later.
First snow Had it snowed for real, I would truly have deserved to be cast out in nothing but a small top and my panties and walk in the middle of the night for saying something as stupid as I had said, and leave marks in the snow to remember, though I felt like I deserved to walk long enough and hard enough to leave marks in the icy cold pavement.