Ocean

…from blogging, from the world, actually. Here, I took a drive to the old neighborhood and I took a photo, one solitary photo in Owen Woods ...

I need to get some cider. Want to go? I met Ed a year ago under these exact circumstances. He needed to get cider. He had read Ocean and ...

It is telling that I am spending the second evening at Borders Books, enthralled with their bi-annual Educator Days. They know how to drag m...

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...