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Tag: creativity

Five photos a day for 50 years

Imag­ine tak­ing 5 pho­tographs a day for 50 years. After 18,250 days, you would have more than 100,000 pho­tographs. You would have stepped out of the flow, peered through your viewfinder and cap­tured a sin­gle moment more than 100,000 dif­fer­ent times. What else will you have done out of inten­tion, out­side of the flow, more than 100,000 […]

She never showed her photos to anyone

She was eccen­tric, strong, heav­ily opin­ion­ated, highly intel­lec­tual, and intensely pri­vate. She wore a floppy hat, a long dress, wool coat, and men’s shoes and walked with a pow­er­ful stride. With a cam­era around her neck when­ever she left the house, she would obses­sively take pic­tures, but never showed her pho­tos to any­one. Descrip­tion of […]

With every sentence you write, you have learned something.”

I want to assure you with all earnest­ness that no writ­ing is a waste of time — no cre­ative work where the feel­ings, the imag­i­na­tion, the intel­li­gence must work. With every sen­tence you write, you have learned some­thing. It has done you good. It has stretched your under­stand­ing. I know that. Even if I knew […]

The place your foot lands is the last step

  First, sink the foun­da­tions.  Pro­ceed slowly, make sure that each load-bearing point is set firm and square.  There’s no vis­i­ble progress and patience, an under­stand­ing of the big pic­ture, is required. Then, erect the frame.  Dis­trib­ute the force of the beams and gird­ers across the bear­ing loads. You have made the skele­ton, strung the tendons. […]

Making a political cartoon into a metaphor for creativity

  –I’ve got to make a polit­i­cal car­toon, the sixth-grade boy says to me.  I’m going down­stairs. I’m fid­dling with my iPad and half-watching the end of the US Open.  I’m just happy that he didn’t rope me into work­ing on the assign­ment and that he’s going down to the play­room alone.  Some­times he gets […]

When the character won’t walk into the frame

Alex would stop by in the morn­ing on the way to the shack where Nathan kept the two trucks down by the rail yard. Louis liked to wait for his cousin on the back step. He would watch Alex step­ping up the street, at one moment firm and quick in his stride, then just as […]

The old flame: A tweeted story

He was a vio­lent man inca­pable of being faith­ful ton his wife. He was also para­noid. Those qual­i­ties doomed their mar­riage. Feb­ru­ary 17, 2011 6:19 pm via Twit­te­la­torReplyRetweetFavorite @drmstream drm­stream When you tell a story on Twit­ter, you assem­ble it into 140 char­ac­ter or fewer bits and dis­trib­ute it into the stream.  It is different […]

When winter takes a river

The ice forms sur­rep­ti­tiously, against all prob­a­bil­ity, when win­ter takes a river.  The pieces form inad­ver­tently, bound by the cold, and col­lide into each other, adhered by the quick­en­ing of the silky black water.  It’s like a crowd of sum­mer lilies — but it isn’t.  The pieces of ice are jagged and uneven, thick and […]

The illegitimate creative manifesto

I was going through my papers and found three pages of loose notes. They must be recent, but I don’t know why I made them, whether they are my own ideas or notes jot­ted down from some­thing that I read or saw. They are orga­nized but hur­ried. They com­prise a man­i­festo of sorts. I just […]

The frozen pump house

The pump house froze up last night and when we came down­stairs all we got from the faucets was a thin trickle of water. I pulled my boots on, picked up a shovel and walked down the lane to where the path cuts across to the pond.  The pump house is built into the dirt there, […]