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I vow that I will never take my camera on my daily run to the grocery store again. What’s the point? It’s an acknowledgement of failure: tod...

For those who feel hopelessly slapped down by the weather, I’m with you. But not really. Rainy days conjure up for me images of desolate bea...

All night long the sky flashed and the rain hit upon my upturned window. You’d think I’d get up and close it. You’d think. I had maybe two d...

Left a daughter in Chicago, returned home. It’s that simple. One day, we sit across the table, both daughters and I and we pass a jug of mil...

Really it is. Really truly. But, I started today. Let it be noted: I finally started work on the ungreat un-American unnovel. Fifty years fr...

No pauses. Work, then a spin down to Chicago for a couple of nights. Traffic. Three double espressos today and still, all I can think of is ...

Finally, it rained. So, that’s what it will be like in a month – wet and cold again. And then colder. I am on the Square to get a sandwich a...

What can I say, it's peculiar. The way we eat, what we eat. Particularly those who eat upside down, clinging with rear quarters to a tre...

Moving from computer to book to computer, but physically not moving much at all. This often describes my work at home days. By late afternoo...

A scorcher today. The kind of day where you stay indoors and praise air conditioning (not me, but I can understand the need today). Café tab...

Okay, Nina. No more random Saturday market shots. Get a theme. Get a life. How about this: take photos only of vendors where you buy somethi...

Preoccupied with making grilled zucchini pizza pies. With lots of olive oil, garlic and fresh oregano. To chase away evil spirits. See you t...

The few times I have been out on Lake Mendota (Madison’s big one) I have regretted it. The first time, on a kayak, I could not make the damn...

beets: Wednesday Hilldale Farmers Market

Over coffee on State Street, we talked about art. At least, I interpreted everything through the lens of art, or people engaging in art, or,...

Should you be scared of hornets? Wasps? Even if their bite has no punch to it? No substance? Reading a quite lovely morning post on Ann’s bl...

I thought long and hard about what should be included in today’s post. On the surface, posting would have to be counted as easy: I was in Ch...

I like movement. My own, sure, but also of those around me. Man, watch her navigate that street! Look at that guy push his way to the front!...

I am a newcomer to Wisconsin. Barely twenty-five years old. A babe. Newly partnered. Married even. Still working on my dissertation (never t...

Biking to work. Hot, hot now, to the point that grasses appear permanently stuck in ther yellowness. Pause by the lake. France? No, Madison....