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…
I love winter for being able to see the “bones” of trees—their branches and shapes. Trees similar to the two old fencerow Sugar Maples shown above, one clearly much…
…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…
The yellow leaves of Tamarack against the slate-gray sky yesterday morning are reminders of the changes to come in the next few weeks. I love winter, in part for those undeniable changes, but…
The most logical thing I could think of doing today was to talk to a rock. This rock is part of the floor of the planet so it has been here for…
What a Fall it has been, and we still have Red Oaks and Tamarack to go! Here are a few images from the daze I was in during the weeks of glorious…
And a lovely poem, a perfectly appropriate celebration of this photograph, came my way today from Vermont Humanities Council: Winter Trees by William Carlos Williams All the complicated details of…
The Fall sky is often astonishingly beautiful. I love to see the trees, branches now revealed, reaching up into the evening clouds of Fall color.
…November is not the spectacle that October is, and it always sweeps me away with its simple beauty. The bare branches and inky skies, the small bursts of color, mostly…
Still Learning To See 