Country Life These are the ghosts of the wild tomatoes that (each summer) rise from the loam and take over my yard. The pig jaw is from my neighbor’s carcass pile. Out here, that’s a thing. The picnic table they rest on is a nice pallet that the very same neighbor let me take homeContinue reading “Country Life, 3.1.17”
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”
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.”
Shoulders A man crosses the street in rain, stepping gently, looking two times north and south, because his son is asleep on his shoulder. No car must splash him. No car drive too near to his shadow. This man carries the world’s most sensitive cargo but he’s not marked. Nowhere does his jacket say FRAGILE,Continue reading “Shoulders, a poem by Naomi Shihab Nye”
One life,-a little gleam of time between two Eternities.
I did it! I love taking iPhone photos. I have had several shows in the past year and I have sold a great number of photos to a wonderful group of collectors. But, I have never entered a mobile photography contest. It’s like my writing. I have written scores of poems, have read them inContinue reading “3 DAYS LEFT to submit your portfolio to the Mobile Masters Contest!”
Margo is my neighbor and my muse. We live in the middle of nowhere so it is nice to have a neighbor and a muse all rolled into one. I started photographing her as soon as she moved up here, she is breathtakingly beautiful. What I didn’t know is that she can write like aContinue reading “Margo gets published! Modern Love”
In March, 2011, Tim, an east coast “friend”, posts a picture on Facebook – a little white house – with a question: “Who wants to be my neighbor?” I type…“How much?” He responds, “$34,000 for an 1820’s farmhouse.” I don’t hesitate, “I do. I want to be your neighbor.” Dunga Brook was a 2,000 acre dairyContinue reading “Dunga Brook Diary: A Year of Seeing Differently”