Linda, I suppose we each have "our" tree - the one to whom we speak each day, who tolerates our grumbling as we shelter from a shower. And choruses with glee on on so many others.
The only solace I have in the gone trees - is the compost piles I've happened on furthering North in the park. Percolating away with life and mystery. I've posted some on my blog.
A native New Yorker, I was born on the lower East Side before it was trendy. Way before.
Years ago, when the corporate world of magazine publishing booted me out the door, I picked myself up, dusted myself off and decided after struggling as a painter for most of my adult life that I would struggle as a writer.
The idea for my novel “A Birdhouse In Brooklyn” came from an original idea I had for a screenplay, “The Birdhouse.” While writing that screenplay—a collaborative effort—I felt my story was bigger than a movie and I began in earnest to write it as novel.
The novel is entirely a work of fiction. Names, characters, business organizations, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. The use of names of actual persons, places, and events is incidental to the plot, and is not intended to change the entirely fictional character of the work.
A BIRDHOUSE IN BROOKLYN has been registered with the Writers Guild of America, East #R20993 (June 13, 2006). No part of it may be posted or reprinted without permission from the author, Linda Danz.
All photographs, unless otherwise credited, are mine.
Work in Progress
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House With The Little Rose Garden
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Nicole Hale, singer, pianist, guitar and accordion player extraordinaire
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When I read comments from non Natives regarding the Dakota Access
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Foto: *I.N., Nubes de esta tarde, por el norte, 2012.*
Ya hay una fecha y es inminente. Sólo quedan los últimos preparativos y
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Linda,
I suppose we each have "our" tree - the one to whom we speak each day, who tolerates our grumbling as we shelter from a shower. And choruses with glee on on so many others.
The only solace I have in the gone trees - is the compost piles I've happened on furthering North in the park. Percolating away with life and mystery. I've posted some on my blog.
We should have tree fan clubs!!!
Yes, and I will be member. These photographs, so much beauty and melancholia, I like them very much, and your feet...
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