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…
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…
A light frost last night. Perhaps the last of this slow Spring? It seems that everything is almost instantly green or in flower, as if I’ve just woken from sleep.…
There is so much for which to be grateful. Three large Serviceberry trees in full bloom on a Spring morning are a wonderful reminder! Moms too are reminders of how…
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…
…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…
I was out on a small stream this week with my friend Rob and discovered that I’d not put my memory card back in my camera (or in my brain,…
All but one of the ten mornings we awoke in Cuba—including our time in Havana—roosters were our alarm clocks. Occasionally they started at 3:00am, clearly not having gotten the message…
It is easy to just think “old cars.” They are cool even if they are a painful sign of the damage caused by our embargo, none being newer than 1959. It…
Still Learning To See 