Nine a.m., but barely dawn. Oct. 2009. I was in Unalaska, in the center of the Aleutian chain, to teach some writing workshops in the schools. (One elementary school, one high school.) These nets were piled outside my hotel — the only hotel in town — in the morning.
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ACA
The Atlantic Center for the Arts, New Smyrna Beach, FL. I was a Master Artist for three weeks in Oct. 2007, with two other Master Artists and a dozen students each. Wonderful place, wonderful sense of a community of artists. Lots of great photo ops of things I usually don’t get a chance at. Where I live the manholes don’t get covered in sand.
Assisi again
I teach fiction writing at the Art Workshop International in Assisi, Italy, every summer. The stones in Assisi, whether on walls or streets, are irresistible.
Assisi
Assisi is full of beautiful sights. I loved the shadows on the wall and the bright color of the flowers that I spotted on an early morning walk.
New York City
Xmas in Red Hook, Brooklyn. 2009. I walk around New York a lot, and Red Hook is one of my favorite walks. I go there once a month to a reading series at Sunny’s Bar, for you Brooklynites. An industrial neighborhood, but someone decorated the trees.