Words – Page 18 – Noah Huber

Photographs. Sort of.

Know Knot

It is impossible to know the ending this story, for the simple reason that it is not over. This is, at best, a chapter’s closing This chapter was about me going to Rio to see my father, and there to enjoy his company, speak my heart, listen, and try to provide whatever kind of…

November 23, 2012
re place ment

What does it mean “to know a place”. There is not a where you may go to find it. There is not a who to ask, or a when to look. There is no how to do or hold it. Nothing that can be sought and found out there, is Place. Yet it is yours,…

November 18, 2012
Com Asa Branca

It was raining here in Rio today. The morning was spent working on the water boxes; the first is nearly dry, because we somehow left open a valve, and water ran to a running toilet all night, and the second has been dry for months while in need of repairs to it’s bottom. Since…

November 10, 2012
Foot in the other Shoe

I had known it in theory. I too would need to be held at bay. It has been hard on me to realize, at early length with greater and greater concern, that my father will need – does need – assistance of a sort that he is unlikely to receive. When I first thought of assistance…

November 3, 2012
Rua Tavares Bastos 238 with Family & Friends

An afternoon of loving company – winning hearts and minds. Swapping stories over freshly baked rye bread and hot coffee. Only the breeze was cool and the passage of time slow. Exactly what well-lived-in-homes are for: people, sharing space and time, often over food, and pouring out a few hours of life into a common…

October 28, 2012