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…
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…
Orlando. Another code word full of all the meaning that more than fifty lives—and hundreds of friends and family members and hundreds of thousands of LGBTQ+—can infuse. Honestly I have not…
Photographing people at the Farmers Market last Saturday was delightful and productive! Since then Rob Spring and I have been sorting through the images to find the relatively few we’ll…
Compared to the huge miracles of life Springing forth around us this week, the project my friend Rob and I are creating on Langdon Street is tiny. Regardless, are well underway…
My good friend Rob Spring and I are a couple of photographers working together to create a wonderful new art installation this summer as part of the Langdon Street Alive…
…but not so much yet in Vermont, at least compared to here in Central North Carolina. The politics may not be great but the weather and the grandkids are both…
One of the things I love about trees is that many live longer than humans so when I plant one, I’m planting it for my grandchildren or great-grandchildren. When I…
When Liz and I were in London several years ago, we made a stop at one of our favorite museums, the Tate Modern. The building was formerly the Bankside Power…
Still Learning To See 