Ocean

Tomorrow, I’m off to watch a college graduation. Of the youngest one. Yep, I’m that old. I can’t pay attention to age implications. I am jus...

One person’s emptiness is another’s bliss. Isn’t it always like that. I biked up to the Law School and was immediately reminded how it feels...

I am waiting for someone at an outdoor café on State Street. A young man, sitting on a bench nearby, looks at Isthmus want ads, then makes a...

Please don not correct me. I know that baby geese are not called geeslings. [They're goslings, aren't they?] But geeslings sounds so...

Today is the kind of day you’re glad not to be hiking. Or biking. Cold rain, gray skies. But yesterday, now that was a day! Perfect for the ...

Many hours into the day, I climb up a hill to bid a graduating (and therefore parting) student a fond adieu and I am handed a cosmo. I sit d...

...to be back home. Sigh... I'll be down to one sentence and/or one photo per day. And that may be a good thing. Who needs to read about...

It always surprises me how far away the rest of France feels from Paris (and conversely, how far away Paris seems from the rest of France). ...

What stays in the mind from a last day of biking in the Provence? The last field of poppies? The last lunch salad, with grilled goat cheese ...

I am sitting at a brasserie ( Chez Max ), out of breath and shaking. What unbelievable luck. We had left in the morning, right after the rai...

I had always thought of Sunday as a family day in France. Most everyone eats a big meal en famille in the afternoon. People go to parks, si...

At the Avignon station – the big meet up, between bike people and two renters from Madison. One renter is very very tall and very very fussy...

Late start (determined to put post up). Who sets out biking in the Provence at noon? Hot sun. We get lost quickly. But it’s pretty here. Mon...