I take the liberty of reprinting a lovely poem from Ted Kooser, fresh this morning: Full Moon, March 2020 The moon was in self-isolation, too, and wearing a white mask…
It is easy, when I’m absorbed in the day-to-day details of life, to walk along looking at the ground, actually not seeing much of anything at all. Yesterday the blue…
Snow on the mountains this week and again here in the yard today. Clearly we have crossed that line, though the post-peak season here in Vermont is often long and…
For many the Winter Solstice—the shortest day/longest night of the year in the Northern Hemisphere—has disappeared in a blur of bright street lights, television, and little screens we carry around.…
…I am still struggling with what’s next. Partly it is the continuing overwhelming situation of the world and partly it is the age-old question every artist faces: what’s next? A…
Heavy frost here this morning with clear skies. The sun has arrived and will warm things up nicely. A good day to go to City Hall to vote, a delight even…
Lake Michigan…blue skies, warm water, wonderful breeze…and then the last two nights, the crescent moon setting over the water, something I’ve never seen (or at least noticed) before! The “photo” I…
When all here on Earth seems such a mess, I often look to the heavens for a sense of what is really real. Certainly long after I am gone and,…
The moon last night caught in the trees and the sun surrounded by a rainbow this morning. Who could want for more on this day?
I returned to Vermont over a week ago with a dead computer and a horrible cold. The computer is better, the cold not! But nothing can dim the memories of…
Still Learning To See 