BurningbirdFrom Vermont we moved to Boston, still one of my favorite cities. I like walking towns, and Boston is built for people on foot. It’s a must, only people with an old car or very good insurance drive in Boston. Ah, Boston, with its images of old New England, and the Big Dig. The photo […]
My scanner arrived and works a treat. I have about two weeks of old slides and negatives to scan in, but here’s a start. Lake Champlain is the Great Lake that almost was, nestled between New York and Vermont, home to the Green Mountain boys. Living on Grand Isle in the middle of the lake […]
Something said to me in comments about Emily Dickinson sent me scrambling online for information, as well as to the library for several books focusing on her life. I expected to find that her life was interesting. I didn’t expect to find such an incredibly sad story. Oh, not sad if you read this biographer […]
Now, what was there about a mountain and my name, and not pestering nice people? Oh, yes. I had somewhere else I was supposed to be, now. I have a book to write. I have some friends I’m helping. There’s a hundred hikes with my name on them, and I am not packing my computer […]
Better crumbs to leave behind me than notes on comment spammers. Two little boys in a square in San Antonio, hiding behind their coats pretending to be pigeons that they chase from the square. An exercise in light one night when I was playing around. I walked in the meadows last weekend, a dark day […]