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The unprocessed rolls of film sat in a drawer. Recently developed, they provide a brief glimpse of one day in the life of major portions of one of the world’s most important thoroughfares. Here are some samples.
Read MoreI’m attuned to this gold rush thing. My antennae are up. My grandfather, Manley Beaver, was a gold miner. In the early 1900s he went to South Africa to look for gold; then to Yreka in Northern California.
Read MoreAnd is literature, like life, just really all about being nice? Is "Cry, Heart, But Never Break" a nice children's picture book, and, if it is, perhaps it is because it is weighted with an immense sadness.
Read MoreBut when the world is too much with (or without) me, when skies are drear, and soul’s mid-winter approaches, it’s time for the solid comfort of escape with an old friend. Here’s my list:
Some movies are terrific classics—but re-watching them is a bit like “eat your lima beans.”
Read MoreThe woman who left the Uber car gazed at her phone, trying to determine which way to walk to the restaurant that was six steps away. The always-there gaggle of tourists on the corner, stand with heads hovering over screens. Every second pedestrian walks with a screen attached to both eyeballs. At restaurants and theatres and concerts, too. All sure their screen is more essential, and certainly more entertaining; that access to their individual personal universe is essential. iWorry.
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