To those who know me or follow this blog it is clear I love winter. To live in Vermont and not would be nuts. The process of selecting images for this…
The flight home from the UK last week began in the pounding rain and clouds but, fortunately, shortly after take off the skies cleared. Our routes took us up and…
On any given day there are so many things I walk right by and never see, from the miraculous goings on in a leaf to a cloud at sunset to…
Yes, “More poetry is needed!” From today’s Writer’s Almanac, a poem that fits the mood of much of what I feel day-to-day as I wander, especially given the plight of…
Liz and I are just back from travels that including time in Wales with dear friends and a chance to catch up with some of the festivities surrounding the centenary…
The song, “Where Have All the Flowers Gone,” is part of my growing up in this world. It is more than just a song—it has always been part of a powerful message…
As my part of the Earth tilts toward the sun, little by little every day, the changes begin to show, even if some days, like this morning’s gray and chill,…
It wasn’t that long ago snow still covered the yard. Flying into Burlington on April 3rd Camel’s Hump still looked like this: On a long walk yesterday in Calais we saw many…
As I’ve often said here, I always manage to sit next to a window when I fly. Even if the sky is cloudy, in my opinion, the view is far…
The Shaker Village of Pleasant Hill still speaks clearly of the folks who lived there. While life could not have been easy, they seem to have found a simplicity and a…
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