A stop in Salt Lake City provided some stunning views of the mountains—so different from the rural surroundings and hills of Joseph Smith’s birthplace in Vermont. The ice on Utah Lake,…
I don’t fly as often as I used to, thankfully, and yet, whenever possible, I still choose a window seat on the shady side of the plane with a clear,…
I am still learning to see and most days I also feel like a giant failure! Seeing the natural world involves peeling back layer on layer and the time to…
Thank you again to Mary Oliver for her poem, “Don’t Hesitate,” a beautiful reminder of the abundance of joy in life. Seeing the world through my camera gives me both…
Thank you to my young friend Kate Spring for sharing this Mary Oliver poem in a recent blog, a blog I encourage you to follow as she is a wise…
Though I do my best to see as much of this amazing world as possible, I know much of it goes unseen, every day. Even an hour in a gray,…
Two years ago we had solar photovoltaic panels installed on our roof. The temperature the day the two installers from Catamount Solar started their work was well below 0F. Since…
We all have muses, even if not clearly seen or always at hand. Maybe she lurks in the tulip now underground but getting ready for a spring burst. Maybe it…
When the first snow covers the ground deeply, it is clearly a line crossed. That happened this week, as it often does by mid-November, as well as me crossing the…
We are well past “post-peak”—the glorious maples are now bare and in “stick season”—with the colors that remain mostly the now-brown Red Oaks, the glowing yellow of White Birch and…
