Posts Tagged: Julia

07.19

A bird flew in Beth’s hand as she opened the door. Say hello to Julia and Gaia, said Beth. Advertisements

07.19

A bird flew in Beth’s hand as she opened the door. Say hello to Julia and Gaia, said Beth.

07.18

Julia drew one building after the other while the kids sat on the low wall. She disappeared in the calle and returned after an hour. Sorry I made you wait, Julia said eventually. Let’s go, said Beth, and everyone followed

07.18

Julia drew one building after the other while the kids sat on the low wall. She disappeared in the calle and returned after an hour. Sorry I made you wait, Julia said eventually. Let’s go, said Beth, and everyone followed

07.16

While Julia was drawing the building in front of them, Gaia looked back.

07.16

While Julia was drawing the building in front of them, Gaia looked back.

07.14

There were days when summer heat made Julia feel bloodless. Only Gaia’s efforts would force her out of bed and in the streets looking and drawing maps. One summer morning they woke up at dawn and took the FishTrain to

07.14

There were days when summer heat made Julia feel bloodless. Only Gaia’s efforts would force her out of bed and in the streets looking and drawing maps. One summer morning they woke up at dawn and took the FishTrain to

07.13

  Where are they going? They take passengers to Shelter Island, said Julia. At night? They have lanterns. What is the color of the sea at night? Black, as the sky. How are they going to find their way? They

07.13

  Where are they going? They take passengers to Shelter Island, said Julia. At night? They have lanterns. What is the color of the sea at night? Black, as the sky. How are they going to find their way? They

07.12

  We decode life and call it science. We encode our findings and call them stories, said Frank. Stories are how we understand. Julia kept drawing in her notebook the bat hanging from the ceiling of the attic while Gaia sat on the

07.12

  We decode life and call it science. We encode our findings and call them stories, said Frank. Stories are how we understand. Julia kept drawing in her notebook the bat hanging from the ceiling of the attic while Gaia sat on the

07.07

Hours after seeing Eka, the dancer’s moves were vivid in Julia’s memory.

07.07

Hours after seeing Eka, the dancer’s moves were vivid in Julia’s memory.