We all have muses, even if not clearly seen or always at hand. Maybe she lurks in the tulip now underground but getting ready for a spring burst. Maybe it…
When the first snow covers the ground deeply, it is clearly a line crossed. That happened this week, as it often does by mid-November, as well as me crossing the…
We are well past “post-peak”—the glorious maples are now bare and in “stick season”—with the colors that remain mostly the now-brown Red Oaks, the glowing yellow of White Birch and…
Act One of peak Fall foliage in Vermont is now nearly over with the Sugar and Red Maples mostly gone. It was a gorgeous year, and I’d say most or…
Snow on the mountains this week and again here in the yard today. Clearly we have crossed that line, though the post-peak season here in Vermont is often long and…
One of the most prominent and beautiful sights in Montpelier is the gold dome of the Vermont Statehouse. This summer has been a laborious and fascinating process of renovating both…
I recently showed three photographs reflections in water at the recent Valley Arts Photo Show at the Big Red Barn, a wonderful venue, especially when filled with hundreds of…
Today is the artists’ reception for the opening of Listening to Rocks. If you are able, I hope you will join us for this opportunity not only to talk with…
Where?! Just a plane ride north to Baffin Island is the small city of Iqaluit. It is the government center of the immense Canadian territory, and it is surrounded by…
From the outside, it was “just” a rock. Inside? Split by some huge road machine and left for no one (or anyone who walked by) to appreciate, it became an…
