One of my grandpa’s best habits was writing elaborate birthday notes in his own ostentatiously idiosyncratic, hand-drawn version of Bodoni or Didot. This was entirely in keeping with his character. He was thoroughly modern, but gentle and classical at the same time. He liked France, loved his wife, was briefly Frank Gehry’s boss, and liked … Continue reading Wendell Didone, Free Font
(I may expand this post, but it’s been rattling around in my drafts for a few months and it’s begun to get in the way of new growth.) My dad, a professor of Anthropology, told me that he made less money than a garbageman. We were standing in front of the house on a sunny … Continue reading Etude: What I Remember of My Future
Will expand upon this shortly, but felt like posting something. A shiny, new-to-me, Nikkor-N 24mm f2.8 arrived in the mail thanks to KEH.com, and I am back where I started. Namely, walking the streets and torturing my loved ones with a 35mm equivalent Nikkor lens… Continue reading New Lens, Tortured Family
I’m too happy to concentrate on writing the blog post that will eventually appear here, but I wanted plant a flag in this place and time. Happiness in the fourteenth year of marriage, eleventh of parenthood, and at middle age is very different and much more oaken than a teenage romance flick, and much better. Continue reading A Perfect Day Towards the End of My 43rd Year
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