Still experimenting with my new-old Nikon, still fooling around with free photo editing. I have a long way to go and the reality is I'll need to pay someone to teach me. The October Bedlam Farm open house happened on a weekend that could not have been more picturesque and photo-worthy. Revisiting these images, playing … Continue reading Postscript Bedlam Farm: Sunday Photo Essay
New Bedlam Farm
The Day The Sheep Shearers Came
You need not go far in my home state of Vermont to find a farm. Lots of people live and work on them, the rest of us drive past them going to and from. Same thing applies to upstate New York, a stone's throw away. Writer Jon Katz and his wife, fiber artist Maria Wulf live on … Continue reading The Day The Sheep Shearers Came
Pruning Away Neurons (And Re-Growing Them)
Of his own writing Evelyn Waugh famously quipped, "I put the words down and push them around a bit." In Freshman Comp 101 you'd identify that literary device as understatement, of course. Sometimes I worry an entire generation of writers may be losing the penchant for pushing words around a bit. If I could distill writer … Continue reading Pruning Away Neurons (And Re-Growing Them)
Bedlam Farm Takeaways: The Katz Effect
The spring open house at Bedlam Farm was a couple of weeks ago, Jon Katz and Maria Wulf’s generous semi-annual sharing of their farm and lifestyle with fans, animal lovers, other artisans, and curiosity seekers. I’ve been to three of these now, with gathering interest and meaning, and what I think you could fairly call … Continue reading Bedlam Farm Takeaways: The Katz Effect
Afternoon at Bedlam: the Ministry of Encouragement
More than a decade ago I stood in the book aisle of a big box department store in Knoxville, Tennessee, fingering a papberback with a full color closeup of a border collie on its cover. I was having a bad day--a series of bad days, really, that grew into bad weeks and months and difficult years. That … Continue reading Afternoon at Bedlam: the Ministry of Encouragement
A Very Good Day
Today began badly. Clarence-the-Canine and I struck out for an early morning run that was supposed to be perfect, crisp, and beautiful. What happened instead is that I continued to ignore the gathering tightness I have sensed in my right calf and Achilles during our last two or three runs, hoping it would work itself … Continue reading A Very Good Day
Sycamore Stories 