I grew up in Central Michigan where bedrock was simply not visible. Even after 35 years here in Vermont, I’m continually astonished seeing the “basement” of our planet everywhere I…
Yesterday I planned my afternoon to stop by a favorite small stream in Middlesex, one I’ve visited hundreds of times over the years. I’ve rarely been disappointed by the place…
I find it easy to lose track of time—both minutes and eons—when I’m in the dunes. More important are the light, wind and the stillness in which quiet can be…
The dunes of Lake Michigan are always a magical spot. Whether arriving at dawn in quiet, golden light or on the tail end of an immense storm, there are few…
We all have experiences of the power of the “press”—even if that is nowadays often social media rather than the press of olden days. The ability to share information with…
I’d promised to share a few more photographs from our recent visit to the Shelburne Museum. One of the delights of this remarkable gem is the Ticonderoga, a side-paddle-wheel steamship…
Still Learning To See 