Sally’s Blog
First Christmas Tree
“Let’s go out in the woods and cut our own Christmas tree!” December 1957, Eastham, Massachusetts. I was eleven. After years of two-week vacations on Cape Cod, which I’d always considered a magic summer kingdom, my parents and I had moved—to Cape Cod! We were just...
C is for . . .
Sometimes when I can’t sleep and my mind’s all stirred up, I lie in bed and calm myself by making up an alphabetical list: towns in my state, for instance, the names of books, or favorite foods. Just the other night, I got going on Thanksgiving. An ample subject!...
A Reader’s Garden of Books
Traveling this past summer, as always I took books with me, and as always, bought more along the way. Though I also brought a Nook e-reader, I got held up in the TSA line because I didn’t remove it from my carry-on for scanning; the agent could hardly believe this...
Around the Table
Thinking of my recent trip to Cape Cod, I notice that some of the most interesting things which happened, I didn’t plan on. For instance a three -course “menu” of happenings at restaurants, starting with yet another round of oysters on the half shell ordered by my...
Time In Water
Recently dear friends invited Andy and me to a pool party, with the special purpose of our grandson meeting their two grandchildren; all three eleven or twelve years old. Though I’d worried how the arranged introduction would work, the kids clicked right away and we...
Blooming
Here’s a neighborhood landmark, located on the corner of the street above mine. For a long time, no one’s paid it much heed; the sign’s been “just part of the landscape.” Until just the other day. I drove by, glanced to the right—and saw that the sign stood alone....
Reflecting on a Leaf
My image Reflecting on a Leaf, now on exhibit at the International Exposition of Photography at the San Diego County Fair. I’ve been working at images involving the effect known as surface tension, starting a year ago on Cape Cod where a first “catch” photograph...
The Scenic Pine
One of the farthest points of my neighborhood is a hard sandy strip of open land which I call “the lookout.” From there, I see the Pacific and La Jolla Cove to the west; to the east lies an expanse of settled land, then the distant Cuyamaca Mountains. And at the...