Stacy Horn

I was walking home along the Hudson River and I looked out at the remains of an old pier and saw what looked just like a dead turkey to me.

I knew it couldn’t be, I mean, turkeys can’t swim or fly (will never forget that WKRP episode) so how could it get out there? I zoomed in on it and took a picture and even though I still couldn’t verify its non-turkey-age, I knew I’d be able to when I got home.

Definitely not a turkey. But you see it, right? Imagine seeing it from more of a distance. This is a close-up.

Whenever I go to Petco to get birdseed I have to pass this cage on my way back up the stairs to the cash register. I feel bad for this little guy who is all alone.

I think (hope) this is like a showcase cage and they put different animals in it to show them off, and so no one has to be alone for long. I’m pretty sure I saw a different creature in there the time before.

I’m so excited, I have a new author picture!! On the one hand, I feel so exposed, this is me, this is what I look like now, but on the other hand, not bad for fifty-freaking-three.

The picture was taken by the fabulously talented and incredibly kind and generous Brad Paris.  He took my picture for the Tufts  alumni magazine, they’re doing a piece about Unbelievable (thank you, thank you, thank you), and he is letting me use this one from that session (Tufts chose a different shot).

I like this one because of the hint of a self-conscious smile from me.  It was taken in the garden behind the Morris-Jumel Mansion which I wrote about in the book.  I had my hair blown out, but I’m not wearing any makeup except a very subtle shade of lipstick, and liner on my lower eyelids, which I could have skipped, it doesn’t really show up.

I seriously need new jeans.  You can’t see but these are ripped to shreds, which is fine for hanging around I guess, but too sloppy for anything else.  And I’m making an appointment to get my hair cut.  That same cut just a few inches shorter.

Gene was right.  The first board I put up kept bowing further and further inward. I found another piece of wood to use.  (Look at all these birds, will you??)

In Union Square. There’s one non-dog shot, of this guy who walked by on these scary stilts.

There was a homeless guy sitting across from me and he shows up in a few of the pictures. It felt weird to be spending my time in such a carefree way not a dozen feet from someone living such a miserable life. There’s something wrong with us. Or me. That I can sit so calmly in the face of such suffering. I guess for me there’s just so many people suffering I feel paralyzed and overwhelmed.

I was talking with someone about joining the Peace Corps. Except I won’t leave the cats so I have to think of something else.