Post-peak fall is glorious! Perhaps it is because I know what’s coming next or that there are just fewer foliage spectacles to appreciate. Whatever the reason, I love this time…
When leaves drop, revealing the “bones” of the trees, I feel like old friends have returned for a visit. I won’t tire of seeing them all winter long, against the…
This has been one of the finest shows of Fall colors I can remember in the 36 years we’ve lived in Vermont. I’ve enjoyed a number of back road walks…
Over the past few weeks I’ve enjoyed seeing a many simple lines and relationships and have managed to make photographs of a few of them. I do find there are…
I’ve been a great deal inside lately, my leg in an “aircast” trying to mend a torn tendon and avoid surgery. Much of the enforced hermitage has been a time…
Nothing is so fine, in my opinion, as to be out-of-doors—regardless of the weather, assuming, at least, one dresses for it. Why? To feel full force what is happening and to have…
It was from my parents, my mother in particular, that I learned life can be lived with joy. She never hide from the horror life also brings but it was…
Sitting in a car in northern Michigan waiting. Hot, muggy summer weather. I hear a booming clap of thunder, grab my camera off the seat, look up and quickly make…
And a lovely poem, a perfectly appropriate celebration of this photograph, came my way today from Vermont Humanities Council: Winter Trees by William Carlos Williams All the complicated details of…
The view from the Burlington airport—Mount Mansfield and Camel’s Hump—is nearly always glorious. As we landed yesterday the Fall colors were some of the best I can remember seeing in…
Still Learning To See 