Ocean

So immediately after writing here, yesterday, that I have blocked all thought and recollection of the nightmarish garage sale and move of la...

[Prologue: A little over a year ago I had a moving sale. A total hell. So awful was it, that I refuse to even have recurrent nightmares abou...

If you use any version of a photoshop-esque program for your digital shots, you will have the option of correcting a handful of standard pho...

I know, I know, you’ve seen it all. One more blog photo (here or elsewhere) of a splash of orange and you’ll quit blog surfing forever. ...

Waking up in the Wisconsin northwoods, some 300 miles north of Madison. Last week-end the fall colors peaked here, they say. But this week-e...

canoes bears apple dumplings guns wasps sand apple pizza deer in water ...all that and more. Tomorrow, when I am not dead tired (from the ab...

One of my fairly regular commenters, lili, the lili of Massachusetts, took one look at my post on soybeans a few days back and asked – but w...

The sun is out and I forget about shivering down State Street just yesterday. I choose the pavement today with the greatest amount of sunlig...

Two years ago, R.W.Apple Jr. came to town. I wrote about his visit here , on Ocean . I even took a quick photo . He did not mind. A few week...

…leave early morning seminar at the Department of Justice on the Square… face mile-plus walk back to campus. If I hug my notes to my pressed...

Me, I want food that is fresh and honest (shh! I borrow the phrase from an eatery out east that calls itself exactly that). Regional season...

I am grateful that I am not asked this daily – how come you do not spend even more time in southern France if you like it that much? I’d h...

Last weekend, fields of grapes, this weekend, fields of soy. Seven days ago, keeping drops of rain off my new camera, today, pedaling in a t...

I have always liked both the word and the flower. I have heard it referred to as the windflower. Someone who writes a blog called Ocean is ...

I have said this before – I miss the café life of France and especially of Paris. I’ve been asked if I long for French food when I am back...

In Paris, evenings for me are mad. Much to be done, food to be eaten, last minute poking into places that stay open only so long. But morn...