“Elemental.” Water feature in a city park, Abu Dhabi, UAE, 13 November 2010.
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Photo blog 29
Translated from the German: “The soul lives on.” In the Cemetery of the Nameless, Vienna, Austria, 30 November 2009. This image isn’t directly related to my NaNoWriMo novel, but I am getting to a place in my novel where I might start writing about cemeteries, and the Friedhof der Namenlosen has become for me aContinue reading “Photo blog 29”
Photo blog 28
“Balloon face.” Mask on red balloon in decorative reeds. Abu Dhabi, UAE, 31 October 2010. I’m a few days into NaNoWriMo by now, and I’m working on characters. So far, my favorite is probably the seductive but cold (and ultimately evil) Portia Lynn, whose stone-white face and emotional distance this mask makes me think of. Continue reading “Photo blog 28”
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*(The title of this photo comes from a line in the 1934 film Death Takes a Holiday.)
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*(The title of the photo comes from the Emily Dickinson poem commonly known as “Because I Could Not Stop for Death.” Read it. If you’ve already read it, read it again. You know you love it.)
Photo blog 25
I didn’t take this photo–my mother did. I’m actually in this photo–I’m Charlie Chaplin. My brother, Jon Snoek, is the Ghostbuster (I made his ghost-trapping “backpack” for him), and my sister, Sara Snoek, is an angel. I think the year was 1987, but don’t quote me on that. I decided to post itContinue reading “Photo blog 25”
A Writer’s Notebook: Photo story
My wife turned our laptop around the other day and showed me this photo and said, “You should write about this.” So, first, the photo, and then the writing. And then, the exercise. People think I do this for money. I put out a box and I don’t object when people drop money in it. Continue reading “A Writer’s Notebook: Photo story”
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Many thanks to my old college friend, Erin Hostetler, who drove me out to Concord in the snow to see Walden, the graves of the Alcotts, Emerson, Hawthorne, and Thoreau, and this, the house in which Hawthorne lived and wrote.
