The poet Philip Levine died Saturday. Although I should have, I’d not known his work but since then have enjoyed reading some of it and listening to recordings of him…
Along the margins of the woods, the trees reach out to the sun. On a winter day it is the perfect place for snow to lay.
Just two more weeks to the Solstice. It’s been snowing all day long, making for a very gray day. Not all are like this, of course, even if it may feel…
A bit of slowly moving water, a branch bare of leaves and I’m lost, mesmerized by the reflections.
Last summer I had a show entitled “I nearly walked by…” Thirty-two photographs showed moments I nearly missed because I was somewhere other than in the present moment. One of the…
In spring I celebrate the new leaves of trees, green in so many shades. Those of Beech trees I find particularly gorgeous. By summer it is obvious the leaves of trees are…
I find astonishing beauty at nearly every turn. This was moss and lichen growing on a rock by the river. When I think beyond simple beauty I’m seeing—shapes, colors, textures—and imagine…
“Stick season” is that time of year when the leaves are off the trees and the snow has not yet arrived. As Peter Gilbert, executive director of Vermont Humanities Council, so…
I posted an image recently made on a small stream in Middlesex. This is a spot I’ve often visited and almost always find of interest. On that day there seemed…
Still Learning To See 