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…
Words like “timeless” fail to capture the sense I have being in one of the many abandoned granite quarries of Central Vermont. The calm water reflects a reality that is…
My friend, Rob, and I went looking for the remains of Vermont’s famous Fall foliage today and found some of the finest we’ve ever photographed. To the north of Montpelier,…
One of the gifts of the many road cuts that come along with road improvements is being able to see the insides of rocks, places never seen before or only…
Winter often comes to the Arctic in small steps with new falling snow and temperatures cold enough to form ice as clear indicators of its imminent arrival. This formation of…
When the tide leaves and makes the shore available for walking, the place feels fresh and new—no footprints, a wonderful place to explore. This cliff face along the rocky coast…
Swimming in rivers is part of the Vermont experience and the best place to be on a hot summer day—or even a warm fall one as was the case…
Last Spring my friend and (fabulous) fellow artist, Dianne Shullenberger, and I mounted a show at the Gruppe Gallery entitled “What Did the Rock Say?” Both of us were delighted…
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