We’ve cycled back round to that point in the year where the streams freeze. When the process is just beginning, beautiful, clear ice can form along the banks of the…
The hands of Sassafras in their full fall color against a sky “bluer than I can believe.” Such joy!
It was from my parents, my mother in particular, that I learned life can be lived with joy. She never hide from the horror life also brings but it was…
What a gift curiosity is. It gets me to the top of the hill to see the other side or abound the bend, so to speak, to see what’s next.…
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…
Sometimes not being on time is a bonus! Several years ago we arrived at the Tate Modern in London late in the afternoon thinking we’d have several hours to enjoy…
This photograph of green ferns just hollered to be posted today, after yesterday’s red leaf. Sorry. Making the fern photograph was a wonderfully surprising experience. We have a number of…
As Rob and I walked today in the woods high above Worcester, I noticed how monochromatic things were: brown leaves, a few dark green ferns and the muted colors of…
The choice for me is simple. Either I can pull down my window shade and watch a re-run of a bad TV show on a little screen or I can…
Sitting in a car in northern Michigan waiting. Hot, muggy summer weather. I hear a booming clap of thunder, grab my camera off the seat, look up and quickly make…
Still Learning To See 