Slate Grey December Day in Woodstock, Vermont
A friend snapped this photo of me last month at an event in Cambridge, New York at the home of writer Jon Katz and his wife, artist Maria Wulf. Confession: seeing it the first time gave me a little jolt. I think many of us carry around an idea of how we look in our … Continue reading My Ageing Dilemma
On the job today in Pomfret, Vermont.
Ever played that game where you imagine you could go back in time to some watershed moment in your life and make a choice that would instigate a dramtically different outcome? I do it all the time. Lately the theme has been work related for pretty transparent reasons. If I found myself poised on the … Continue reading Rolling Back The Clock
Woodstock, Halloween afternoon.
I shot a couple of photos today on a brief outing through Shaftsbury to retrieve a particular young 'un from a day-long outdoor adventure. It is cool in Vermont and there is indiscriminate rain; a short time down the road the rain will be snow. Fall's vibrant colors abound, although the peak of the season … Continue reading New World Order. Again.
I have wanted to capture this image since early in the summer and finally had my chance today. I love this stand of trees lining the road connecting Quechee Main Street to Woodstock Road. The first time I saw these enormous pines they took my breath away. They make me feel small and inconsequential in … Continue reading Tiny Human, Big World
Friday afternoon I had the great pleasure of looking over the shoulders of several of the staff at a particular Vermont bakery. I could not resist the design on this cakewheel, seemingly frozen in another era. Today I showed a very young friend of mine how I edit the photos I use on my blog. … Continue reading Afternoon at a Vermont Bakery: Sunday Photo Essay
Today I decided I would document my walk backwards from my mailbox. The air smells every bit of fall but still felt summery to me. This dairy barn across from the property where I am a squatter is long out of service, but its owner recently gave it a new roof to slow its demise. … Continue reading Grey Day
Rosh Hashanah--the Jewish New Year--began at sundown today. I am not Jewish, nor do I observe the Jewish New Year, at least not as an official adherent of the faith. But every single year I re-read this beautiful children's story, Gershon's Monster, on Rosh Hashanah. It is a universal story of redemption, and anyway this particular book … Continue reading Finding My Best Self