A Symphony of Spring

A Symphony of Spring

In my neighborhood, I walk in the sensory experience known as spring, and am presented with a visual and aural symphony. This time of year is especially a veritable feast of things to observe, delight in, and photograph.  This year, I’ve walked with a companion, for...
Affogato

Affogato

So what’s on the dessert menu? Cheesecake, chocolate mousse cake. . . well, I can have those any time . . . Affogato? What’s that? It says “vanilla ice cream and espresso” . . . Hmmn, that’s a simple combination.  Sounds good, why don’t I try it?   Aberystwyth, a...
The Never-Christmas Cottage

The Never-Christmas Cottage

  As a child, I used to read this verse on the cover of the family photo album. Now I would add a line: “old places”—and one old place in particular, our Craigville cottage of which I wrote in A Place Like This.   Yet we never celebrated Christmas there.  All...
Attached Baggage

Attached Baggage

Selecting the photographs for my website refresh, I’ve been looking over images from the past several years. On a first round, the raspberries above joined another food photo of mine: sauteed onions which looked so inviting that I wanted to dip right in and take a...
Charge

Charge

Griffin Island, Wellfleet, Cape Cod National Seashore.   I had made it to the crest of the dune after a climb in two-steps-forward-one-step-back sand, when whoosh! I was almost blown off my feet. I must have shimmied, but after a few steps down toward the...
Holy Ground

Holy Ground

When I speak or write of Cape Cod, seldom is it an accident or about a place “where I just happened to be.” To me, the Cape is holy ground, where I “take off my shoes” with  reverence. And anything I write or think about Cape Cod, anything that takes place there, any...

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