…I am still struggling with what’s next. Partly it is the continuing overwhelming situation of the world and partly it is the age-old question every artist faces: what’s next? A…
For all the mess we are making of the world, She still blesses us with grace every day and that is what sustains me in these dark times.
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…
The most logical thing I could think of doing today was to talk to a rock. This rock is part of the floor of the planet so it has been here for…
Summer ending? Fall transitioning? Winter beginning? I guess it depends on my point of view. It has been a long and glorious summer, even if also a disaster for our…
I continue to look for ways to photograph Fall foliage. Sometimes all that is really possible is to put the camera down and enjoy the view! These are a few…
The hills of Vermont are once again sunny and hot and full of life in a hundred shades of green.
Tree buds of all kinds: mind-boggling to watch them unfold and impossible to believe all that life formed inside them to begin with.
Jim Harrison, a poet who recently died, says in his poem “Horses” “In truth each day is a universe in which we are tangled in the light of stars.” I’m…
The wind was raw today and wild enough that I was hesitant to walk in Hubbard Park for fear of encountering a “widow-maker.” But the sun and clear air drew me…
Still Learning To See 