It is our last full day here at camp. I’ve been for a long walk this morning, some exercise before the day begins in earnest. There is a heron out on the swim dock which is great to see. Up to now, our dock has merely been a pit stop for ducks and sea gulls. more »
We can see it in the light just lately. A goldening behind the lush greens of late summer. This morning I take the dogs outside. I take note. And return with my camera to capture these fleeting light-moments. I begin looking closer. The colors beckoning. Capturing changing light, shifting colors of the mood of more »
There comes a time in late August, every summer, where I take note of a slight shift in the light in and around things. This is a visual thing, having nothing to do with temperatures, which at this time of year in our Ohio River Valley, tend to be a bit stifling. But this goldening more »
It is a blustery and quite rain-drenched day here in the Ohio Valley. Indoors, Ginger Small and I are carefully weaving together our plan for the work that will be done in just a few month’s time back in our home-away-from home in Taos. But we need your help in turning this plan into a more »
There has been a string of very seasonable (for our neck of the woods at least) hot days lately. The sort of days that make a gal cringe to even think about getting into the car after a day at the shop. The sort of days that have me waking before dawn just to get more »
“… and you better be you, and do what you can do…..” Above is a video of one of my very favorite songs of all time and I share it with you here because there was some serious gold…. and silver and bronze…. brought back home to Cincinnati from the Fleadh in Chicago this weekend. more »
Brew a cuppa, this could be a long one. It’s one of those borderless days. ***** A quick note about this post. It is offered here today and also over on my Patreon page to everyone – in full – regardless of patronage or lack there of. As always I appreciate those of you more »
It’s been a lovely wanderer of a rainy day. Storms rolling in and around. And, per the usual in recent weeks, we haven’t much we really need to do. Inspired by a recent post by a Welsh artist we follow over in the twitterverse called Sarah Evans, and with a few directions via this site more »
To begin, a poem from my friend Tina Westerkamp, in response to and in conversation with poet Wallace Stevens while on a run. Running Conversation with the Connoisseur Over Time (In which Wallace and I ventilate) I. A. It is difficult, even for an expert, to identify which plant more »
Piping is tricky. Most days it seems like an impossible task. We hear the playing of one of the greats, and we think, “there is absolutely no way I’ll ever even get one note which has the magic of that…..” but we honk away and carry on anyway, the attempt at puzzling it all out more »
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