I’ve been down with the old “one, two” count, foot still in an air-cast and on top of that a nasty cold. Just about the time I’ve thought I might…
I’ve been a great deal inside lately, my leg in an “aircast” trying to mend a torn tendon and avoid surgery. Much of the enforced hermitage has been a time…
The American Beech (Fagus grandifolia) is a tree that brings stories to mind. How many lovers’ hearts have been carved in the smooth bark of a Beech, then over the years…
The news today is so much in mind. This simple abstract seems appropriate to share, a mediation or visual mantra, life reduced to the simple and basic: a slightly 3-dimensional…
And a lovely poem, a perfectly appropriate celebration of this photograph, came my way today from Vermont Humanities Council: Winter Trees by William Carlos Williams All the complicated details of…
What a delightful run of crisp, sunny days and cold, clear nights we’ve had. Most mornings, as is often the case with these conditions, there has also been fog. That,…
Yesterday’s dark morning got even darker and wetter after I posted the photographs of the trees but by noon the day had lightened and a wonderfully “Novemberish” breeze was blowing…
A gray, wet mid-November morning. Not enough light to make photographs, at least without a tripod and slow shutter speeds. Even then, the light is flat. I woke to one…
This time of year the leaves of Red Oak (Quercus rubra)—brown and some still green—are rich and gorgeous.
The Fall sky is often astonishingly beautiful. I love to see the trees, branches now revealed, reaching up into the evening clouds of Fall color.
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