I’m challenged every day to post something that thoughtfully speaks to what looks like very dangerous water ahead. And then I feel I need to illustrate whatever I say with photographs!…
When you consider stored carbon—oil, coal, natural gas—is a bank account that has been filled by the sun and the Earth for millions of years, I think it is important…
Our daughter lives in Oakland. She is still reeling from the recent, unimaginably horrible fire at Ghost Ship. Like many of the thirty-six who died, she is an artist who…
At forty-five degrees north here in Vermont, we know dark days. Earlier this week the overcast day had edged into darkness by mid-afternoon. But we also have days, like this one, beginning with the…
My sister-in-law’s grandson asked me “Can I hold my baby cousin?” and then to assure me continued “I know how to make babies happy!” Clearly he does know how to make babies happy—it…
We once lived in an old house with no running water. Every drop of water we used came into the house in a bucket, drawn from the nearby small steam.…
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Yesterday Liz and I shared in a community lunch at the Unitarian Church of Montpelier. Five churches in our small town each provide such a meal one day a week so those in…
In the roaring wind and blowing snow last night, many of the remaining Red Oak leaves came down. I wondered on my walk home—snow horizontal in weather wonderfully undeniable—what their total…
On this morning—our first snow on the way—I’m unsure about some things and more certain than ever about others. I’m unsure how strongly to politicize this blog, so let me simply write…
Still Learning To See 