THROUGH MY LENS: lion on the hill
He seemed a lion born in a time of peace, meant to enjoy his time in the sun.
Death Valley: Wherever You Go, There You Are
There is almost no place to hide in the desert. It is open, honest, impartial…soft as sand and hard as stone.
LAST THOUGHT FOR THE DAY: strange loves
It’s only until recently that i think I am finally relaxing into who I am, and into who I will become.
THROUGH MY LENS: smoke and mirrors
We just need to open our eyes and look ourselves and each other straight in the eye, asking, who do we truly want to be?
THROUGH MY LENS: gallery girl
On my way home from the Bedlam Farm Open House last Saturday, I stopped in at the opening reception for the Landscapes for Landsake charity art show, where proceeds from the sale of artwork go to benefit farmland conservation in New York State. A mix of people had come from […]
THROUGH MY LENS: evening flight
I am usually sitting outside with my coffee or somewhere in the yard when I hear their strange kind of bellowing sound, like the breathing of a giant bird. Then everywhere dogs begin to bark. After that I know what it is coming my way…
THROUGH MY LENS: delightful Dahlias
For all the flowers I’ve grown in my gardens over the years, dahlias have not been among them. Too frilly, too fussy, I always thought. Most annuals, in fact, are not my cup of tea. I prefer perennials that grow in the ground and return year after year, with little […]
THROUGH MY LENS: bell of the ball
Last year I was sure it was dead. But this spring new growth appeared on it’s meager remaining stems, and then the heads of two small buds followed…
THROUGH MY LENS: blue sunrise
I can hear the gentle rush of the morning surf and the calls of seagulls. I feel the chill, damp of the wind whipping past. And I can even taste the salty air in my mouth.
THROUGH MY LENS: beached whale
I discovered this landlocked aluminum canoe laying dormant in the backyard on my recent trip to Pennsylvania. The bottom of its hull was covered in scratches from years of sliding over rocky river bottoms. You could still see them under the moss now covering its silvery surface. Clearly it had […]
