the last sunday on the east coast. #aDayInTheCountry

a delicious and poignant and lovely day in the country for our last sunday on the East Coast.

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grand central station was lit up by the shimmery weak but welcomed winter sun. OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

we stood awhile by the clock.

and thought of all the times we have stopped and thought awhile by the clock at grand central station since our first Ever trip to NYC in (can it have been that long ago?) 1996.

as well as All the Movies we have seen where characters stopped and waited for Someone Important by the Clock.
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hurrah!

and an hour or so later – there we were – In The Country. OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

there was a Friend (JW/1) and a dog (always important for Days in the Country to be Fully successful we think) – this one is called Arden. OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

there was a bubbling brook (not sure if we’ve heard a bubbling brook for an Age – probably not since England). OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

and a hardy red rose peeping through the SNOW!

yes.

snow.

the Country had snow. OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

there was a Pause by the stairs and a looking out at the trees while the kettle was popped on in the lovely big range kitchen and newspapers ruffled and sorted and Read Out Loud From.

beans on toast and more-tea-please.

and British Telly (giggles on the two couches).

with Lots of quiet talk and catching up and lovely connection and then……..
Screen shot 2013-01-06 at 8.24.51 PManother Long Pause in the snowy crisp air with Arden and JW1 and the countryside said, “take a breath,”

and. we. did.

all will be well.

or so we believe.

did you have a delicious weekend?

tea? beans-on-toast? conversation?

do. tell.

 

snow melting in tribeca

darlings

we took a little trip to tribeca and picked carefully over the soaking wet pavements/sidewalks as the snow melted and looked up to the not-so-tall buildings (few skyscrapers here) to admire signs-from-the-industrial-past.

may we share a few of our B&W photographs with you?

too kind.

pause to look into camera and smile (sweetly).

*yes, we’re still obsessed by the BBC program(me) The Hour and imagining ourselves as a Roaming Reporter, heading to Lime Grove, London with our copy in our small shorthand notebook (tis not far from the truth actually – we once used to Dial in our Copy after late night events at the Royal Festival Hall on an actual payphone – yes, Young People – a payphone – and the Copy Ladies would wait obligingly while we teetered over using a different word for the Opening paragraph before the Copy Editors savaged it the next morning for the Late Edition – ah – heady days).

we digress (as usual.)

pictures.

cue camera one.

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now we looked and looked and looked In Vain for some mention of Tribeca in Twice Over Lightly (if you’ve just joined us, we’re re-enacting salient chapters of the classic 1972 travel book about New York by Anita Loos and Helen Hayes).

sadly, it seems, they didn’t venture to this Triangle-below-Canal-Street at all.

but we did.

and it was very good for the (wintry) soul.

off to achieve now.

you know, in some moderate, understated and yet deeply useful way.

 

Let it snow.

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and so Athena (the storm, not goddess from ancient Greece) is upon us in the land of the east(ern seaboard)and snow Has Fallen.

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the rain preceded the wind and Snow followed.

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thank the god(s) we started our day early with a strong cup of coffee and cooing over couture at BuyMyCloset.

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followed by Being Helpful over brunch in midtown and generally frowning (prettily) over new Concepts until they were embedded in the frontal lobe cortex (behind the subtle cowlick from new hair do).

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no. Darling. Not us. Suzy Parker. But sort of the general wave-cowlick-fun.

Divine.

Do stay warm.

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We have tea and cold milk and fresh European glossy paper dreaminess.

Strongly suggest you do something similar.

It’s wintry out there.

*well. Not for our friends Down Under who are prepping for a toasty beach existence. (with lashings of sun protection, possums.)

where is the Hogarth Press of today, darlings?

we need to share.

will you listen for a moment?

we Really want to do book 1 = “how to stay sane in a crazy world”.

we have a Most Delicious cover, courtesy of our design competition on 99designs.

we have an introduction:

I used to make my living from writing.

And then it all stopped and so I went and did something else, part of which entailed a whole new look from Brooks Brothers (it wasn’t really me, but it was necessary). A decade later (still working as a suit), I started to write again – during nights and weekends and frustrated lunchtimes and long haul business travel. One of the things I wrote (or which came to me, as I do believe in the whole muse concept) was a screenplay about a character called “gloria”, a trainee angel who sat “up there” waiting for her first assignment.

To occupy the hours she ought to have been studying humans and their foibles, she spent her time glued to the new celestial movies-on-demand channel and became obsessed by Doris Day. So you can imagine the confusion that unfolded when she arrived in modern-day Manhattan. But “gloria” was determined to see the world through rose-colored glasses with a delicious joy at life. So magical adventures started to happen.

I was really stressed with my (by now pretty big) day job. Suddenly I needed to see the world through gloria’s beautiful lens, or I was going to crack up. I started an anonymous blog to give me a place to write in gloria’s voice – it became teamgloria.com – and I started to document “glorious people, places and things”.

But then, in my real life, something terrible happened. My doctor found a tumor, in my throat. After a year of regular ultrasounds and biopsies, suddenly there were three tumors – and a mass was found which required a five and a half hour surgery. My blog became a place to tell the truth about entering the realm of the unwell, under a necessary cloak of anonymity.

Despite a long career in digital, I had never had the very personal experience of writing a blog. It had not occurred to me to do this anonymously before. And my job made it awkward to do under my own name. I had no idea how precious and moving it would be to see people responding, linking to me, sharing my words, and adding their own  “glorious people, places and things”. They gave me strength to go through the frightening and painful experience of surgery and recovery.

It was an incredible experience – I became part of a larger online community of people for the first time – and started to make this book while on medical leave of absence from work, sorting through all the photographs I had taken while traveling the world for the day job. It became, in effect, a meditation book.

In Renaissance Italy, women of noble birth would have a Book of Hours; a devotional object that gave them room to pause, to take a moment, to become spiritually refreshed.

It’s a crazy world out there. Most of us are stressed beyond belief. Perhaps a modern Book of Hours is needed: some beautiful images and a few carefully chosen words to inspire and soothe a troubled soul. Use this book, with its gentle suggestions, as your own little slice of tranquility.

Take the time to look after yourself. Find the gloriousness in your everyday life. Relish the delightful sparks of inspirational magic. You are important. You matter. It took writing as “gloria” to help me realize this. Don’t wait until you get sick, like I did…………..

Over at teamgloria.com we would love to hear about your glorious people, places and things. It would be delicious to meet you.

we have an introductory quote – from George’s first book

Celia

She’d shown me that it was possible to dream big and live large. She’d moved to New York and now traveled everywhere in a glamorous job in the world of high finance.

“My darling I’ve just gotten back from being around the world,” I heard her say without preliminaries. “Twice, actually,” she added while I was still wondering what had possessed me to pick up the phone. It had rung without any reaction on my part. I had ignored it, I could only assume, for as long as was humanly possible.

“I’m dying to hear the news,” she continued. “How are you? Tell me everything.”

On Wings of Affection by George Snyder (c) 2011

(available on Amazon and in all good bookshops)

and we have some Truly Delicious photographs:

with witty captions:

be camp.

and thoughtful observations about Life..

get a new perspective

there are photographs from abroad…

this one we took in INDIA, darlings.

and this one, just before we rushed back to Cathedral Close, for tea (as you can see on the clock, twilight approached).

but here’s the rub (as Shakespeare used to say)…..

we’ve tried to various self-publishing routes – blurb is lovely (but the resulting product was Awfully Expensive in printed form so impossible as a small business concept) – Lulu looked promising – but none are really designed for photography-based books. we even had a Most Encouraging conversation with the people at createspace (shhh, owned by amazon) but they are only equipped for illustrations, not for us….

#sigh.

oh where oh where is the enterprising Virginia of a Hogarth Press type operation of today?

we’d love to pop over there (wherever they are) for tea – with a Sheaf of prints, a thumbdrive or two (with a blue ribbon attached for easy finding in the bottom-of-the-bag), ideas for the cover and a mug of tea in our hands as we nod and listen to Mrs. Woolf and her ideas for us.

it just doesn’t feel possible to do ourselves.

any ideas, darlings?

in the meantime, Manhattan has become a Winter Wonderland.

we awoke to the crunchy sound of those little roller machines that people use to lay salt on the ground and the hush of snow-bound streets and branches heavy with frost.

after a mug of milky coffee and some crunchy vaguely healthy appearing cereal we headed out into the day – tis saturday – so there was therapy (So Many Revelations!) after a long SWIM.

this was our locker at the swimming pool.

crammed with new yorker style black clothing, you note, right?

we are Nothing if not on brand, love.

post-therapy there was a delicious brunch with the elegant and slightly raffishly unshaven JT.

we do love having stylish gorgeous friends.

don’t you?

after all – you are our friends.

so if you have Any Ideas about how to get a lovely small-format photography book (print and e-book) made – Do let us know!

thanks for listening.

we feel better now.

oh – one more thing – the scar did Not Like being under the turtleneck yesterday – tis itchy today. ouch. and another thing – oh, no, sadly, sigh, we can’t share that. just a little romantic possibility that faded like bubbles into the daylight.

deep sigh.

so good for the Art though ;-)

pain.

you Understand, non?