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i am hope: a corner in harlem
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Friday, July 24, 2015. A corner in harlem. On my street in Harlem,. October 29, 2009, ©. I also noticed something else, black people attributed far more importance to my actions than I did. I often stopped to take photos of light falling into empty lots between buildings, but whenever I did someone would pass by and make a comment like, "Gonna put a building here? Or "Is that lot going up for sale? The young man still stands on the corner in Harlem. I still don't have any answers. Unless otherwise noted,.
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i am hope: this arrival
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Thursday, July 17, 2014. It will be a month, tomorrow. A month since we arrived in Portland, Oregon at the end of a long drive across the country. A truly lovely—spectacular even— nineteen-day cross-country road trip. And now we've been nearly a month in our new home. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Unless otherwise noted,. All photos, drawings, and text. 169; Amber Schley Iragui. Please do not use without permission. View my complete profile. A site in need of updating.
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i am hope: I remind myself of the point, publicly
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Saturday, September 27, 2014. I remind myself of the point, publicly. I just finished another Alice Munro paperback, Moons of Jupiter. On the shelves. I felt the book and I shared a secret, as if the scene with my children was something we were both observing: my exasperation, their insistence, my longing for a quiet book to hide myself with. I bought the book and not the toys. One of my dear friends. I suppose the answer is simple. I want— need. Marguerite De Angeli's Thee Hannah, The Door in the Wall.
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i am hope: look down, shoot feet 2007 – present
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Saturday, January 24, 2015. Look down, shoot feet. 2007 – present. Most of these were culled from my album, Looking Down. With Rachel, walking to Union Seminary, red China flats; Manhattan, 2007. Inside the new location of St Mary Magdelen's, then under construction; Manhattan, 2007. Kitty litter, blue coat, brown leather boots; Crestwood, 2007. I was single and had time to shoot things like kitty litter. In Oregon for my mom's wedding; Arch Cape, Oregon, 2007. Favorite green flats again. Wave Hill, ...
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i am hope: The landscape I know
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Sunday, October 19, 2014. The landscape I know. Sometimes I cannot remember where I am. I cannot remember if I'm in Oregon or New York. For example, I just read that Jonathan Safran Foer lives in Brooklyn and I thought. And I pictured Brooklyn as a grayish spot on a map, a hub of brownish buildings cobbled up over sidewalks lined with black garbage bags and London Plane trees, all far east across the continent. And then I thought,. No, it's just across the East River. This is where Aunt Anna lived. It al...
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i am hope: what it is like to be married to my husband
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Wednesday, March 11, 2015. What it is like to be married to my husband. I am still suffering under a nasty cold that I've had for over a month, but that is not a story anyone would care to hear. More interesting is my husband, the enigma—my "handsome oppressor" and a first-rate goofball. I could go on in this way trying to describe with contradictory words (for example, both principled. The kinds of adjectives he brings to mind. But no. Indeed it had, all the booths were filled. He then said this cla...
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i am hope: tragedy, humility, sauerkraut
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Wednesday, September 03, 2014. Tragedy, humility, sauerkraut. Or—more reasonably—let them delve in peace? For a few weeks I refused to register the events in Ferguson, Missouri because there was just no room for them in my head. Sorry, glass full of tragedy already. I fret about my little problems while somewhere else people are fleeing for their lives, hiding their children in garbage cans. I could just cry. Which I do to little end. What can. The atrocities of ISIS are beyond my circle of influence, th...
