Spring arrived in Central Vermont on Monday and it appears she will stick around and not jump right into summer as happens some years. Looking at the mountains I can…
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…
Like all things in life, ice is short-lived. Even if it is only a representation of reality, I appreciate being able to “stop time” using my camera, affording me a chance…
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,…
We all make choices, both as individuals and, collectively, as countries. The choices the United States and Cuba have made have had clear consequences for many, and most of them…
He welcomed us with a smile, fresh-squeezed juice and snacks. Before I really fully comprehended who this remarkable man, Dr. Fernando Funes Monzote, was, I noticed the stack of bee supers. Shortly…
…in further photographs of Cuba. Other things, closer ones, need to be here now. The Witch Hazel is in full, glorious bloom and the Forsythia I brought in last weekend…
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 