Seeing is Believing
When I needed a photograph, I had to hand the process to someone else.
New England
Mended at the Cracks
My heart, after decades of comings and leavings, is a brilliant web of gold.
You Can’t Go Home, But You Can Visit
I drove 250 miles this week, Plymouth to Brooklyn, NY. I’ve traveled I-95 and Merritt/Hutchinson/Henry Hudson hundreds of times. Traffic was light, the day bright, and for reasons that aren’t […]
The Blessing of Corn
…by the end of the summer, we had a balanced meal, heavy on the veggies. I lived the original farm to table.