The water was cold, I remember, but not so cold that I would pass up seeing the stones along the base of the bedrock cliff at a better angle so…
Words like “timeless” fail to capture the sense I have being in one of the many abandoned granite quarries of Central Vermont. The calm water reflects a reality that is…
My friend, Rob, and I went looking for the remains of Vermont’s famous Fall foliage today and found some of the finest we’ve ever photographed. To the north of Montpelier,…
One of the gifts of the many road cuts that come along with road improvements is being able to see the insides of rocks, places never seen before or only…
Swimming in rivers is part of the Vermont experience and the best place to be on a hot summer day—or even a warm fall one as was the case…
Last Spring my friend and (fabulous) fellow artist, Dianne Shullenberger, and I mounted a show at the Gruppe Gallery entitled “What Did the Rock Say?” Both of us were delighted…
In the early part of the 20th Century the American Chestnut was considered the most valuable tree species east of the Mississippi River, esteemed for both the timber and the…
After a long winter: sun, rain, warm days, countless shades of green.
My apologies for having been away for so long. Perhaps traveling with me among these magnificent single Peonies, some with a slight pink blush and others pale yellow, will bring…
In Vermont we enjoy talking about the weather because there is usually a lot of it and, honestly, sometimes not a great deal else to talk about. Spring has been…
Still Learning To See 