Seedpod of iris. What a perfect image for Mimi, the consummate gardener! How many gardens of hers have I helped dig, transplant; watched her preside over; shared the bounty from; commented on the design for . . . In Andover, her garden wound around drive and...
The blurb at the bottom of Dani Shapiro’s new book, Still Writing describes the book as “A paean to discipline and solitude” – The New York Times If this line had been visible on amazon.com’s image of the book, I might not have ordered...
Muse. My elusive, ephemeral Muse. Last Monday I left Philadelphia International Airport at 6:20 AM. I traveled all the way to the red and yellow bluffs of Ghost Ranch, in Abiquiu, New Mexico trying to find her. It’s pretty far to travel. But I’d won a Fellowship...
It was a white winter Sunday when we followed the turkey tracks along the bank of a spring-fed stream. As my partner and I trekked the trails of Walla Hi Park we had been diligently following all winter, we decide to deviate from the hiking path. We pointed the...
I haven’t had much time to make photos lately, and if I’m being really honest, it’s mostly been a lack of inspiration. The holidays are over, it’s cold outside and it seems my creative self has gone into hibernation. So, I dug into my “archives” and found some photos...
