Author Archives: Stephen Futterer
Collaboration Station:
It was my habit over the early to middle COVID days to capture images of abandoned masks in their myriad shapes and colors, as well as their variation in condition and repose. It was also my habit to share some of these in group texts with friends, which was generally encouraged, or at least wellContinue reading “Collaboration Station:”
“Fork in the Road (4Q2)”
“The Look From Inside (Self Portrait #9)”
Trivialities:
Paul Simon is one of my favorite songwriters. His lyrics are witty and surprising and touching and so often near the bullseye. “Graceland” was released in 1986 to enormous success, and rightly so, winning Album of the Year in 1987. He had bucked the ongoing cultural boycott of South Africa that was implemented in protestContinue reading “Trivialities:”
“Let’s camp here. What could possibly go wrong??”
“Bird World”
“A.C.”
Where were you in December 1968 (see postmark below)? Maybe you hadn’t been born. I think I was in a Montessori pre-school in suburban DC/Maryland. We did the Christmas play “Little Drummer Boy” and for some reason I was cast in the title roll. I had no dialogue. Stiffer than my sticks as I nervouslyContinue reading ““A.C.””
“Looking Up: Our National Archives”
“What’s Playing?”
We’ve all heard the time-honored riddle “Who’s buried in Grant’s tomb?” That old misdirect has several possible answers, apparently: Now here’s my own curveball: “Where would you most likely encounter the Creature from the Black Lagoon?” This version has only one acceptable answer (wax replicas notwithstanding): the Black Lagoon. I mean, where else? In Grant’sContinue reading ““What’s Playing?””
Great Exudations 