jolie laide

jolie laide

I started this when I lived in Brooklyn and struggled for grace in a city that grants moments of beauty and ugliness breathtakingly close to one another. Now I live in a place where things are a different kind of ugly and the beauty is pedestrian. I struggle with that.


A glass of port after dinner and a view, over the tiring rhododendron, of the lights coming out on the hills. In the morning I open the blinds in the bedroom and observe the neighbors pool and the growing moss on its bottom. On a day like today, that might be the most interesting thing I do and I might only realize that at 4.56, when the automated watering system for the yard turns on.


Post a Comment

<< Home