A Pink to the Atmosphere

Winter arrives…the temperatures drop, winds begin to howl, there’s a pink to the atmosphere, heralding, perhaps, a coming storm. I’m ready for a wall of snow. I’ve been waiting for the winter of all winter’s ever since I moved to the Northeast. Five years, I’ve been waiting. I’d be lying if I said that IContinue reading “A Pink to the Atmosphere”

The Mr. Henry And Mrs. Valentine enjoying a stroll. This is central New York, enjoying El Niño.

This is an unusual winter day, in central New York…wet and windy after a night and morning of torrid rain. We continue this winter’s pattern of unusually mild weather with spikes of freeze. The rainbow was a nice surprise, Henry and Valentine sauntering beneath it, too. Ah, winter in central New York… Just over fiveContinue reading “The Mr. Henry And Mrs. Valentine enjoying a stroll. This is central New York, enjoying El Niño.”

Last day of February. Winter in full freeze. Words to live by for Northern climes.

Winter is hard, my dears. Waiting is agony. Until you apprehend the story. The beauty of spring and summer in the northern climes depends on time ticking ever so slowly. Soon enough, the first bud, the first bee, the first peeper in the thawing pond. If not for these endless days we’d lose our wonderContinue reading “Last day of February. Winter in full freeze. Words to live by for Northern climes.”

A June Peony in April

April My peonies sleep curled into their red roots frozen with the ground. I walk with what is left of winter and discover a tiny animal, wet and black, bereft of possibility. It’s too close to spring to die. William says we need a month of sunny days before we dig and plant. This morning,Continue reading “A June Peony in April”

Fall Equinox and A Snippet of George Eliot

Is not this a true autumn day? Just the still melancholy that I love — that makes life and nature harmonize. The birds are consulting about their migrations, the trees are putting on the hectic or the pallid hues of decay, and begin to strew the ground, that one’s very footsteps may not disturb theContinue reading “Fall Equinox and A Snippet of George Eliot”

Dunga Brook Diary, The Online Exhibition

Dunga Brook Diary Available Iphoneography Infused Metal Plates Float Mounted, Ready To Hang 8×8″, $120 contact: dungabrookartisans@yahoo.com Art comes into being in that abstract interval between a thought and reality, and no one – not even the artist who created it – can remeasure the influences that caused it.” (Edgar A. Payne) “One of myContinue reading “Dunga Brook Diary, The Online Exhibition”

Oh my god, I love this guy…

For D. D.k. Crawford…the story of Chevy’s return home. Chevy disappeared this past Thursday as I was walking him, I had dropped his leash for a minute to look for my grandmother’s ring, which was refashioned from my grandfather’s platinum and diamond hat pin (he was a dandy back in the day), the ring hadContinue reading “Oh my god, I love this guy…”

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