Ocean

Float with me today and tomorrow. I am in a spin of finishing the semester and looking with complete amazement at the sweeping strokes of sn...

Part I: the warm Several weeks back, Ed read a NYT article on Penna olives. ( Penna Olives are harvested and prepared in California. Stupend...

Sunday. The day was dedicated almost completely to a celebration of the olive. Intrigued? Monday. I'll tell you about it Monday.

We were forewarned. It would start in the morning and continue for some twenty-four hours. The “it” was questionable: snow, yes, for sure th...

Ed bought me a cup of coffee today. We went to Gallup, just down the hill from the condo. The berry scone was wonderful and the manager went...

Iced-over. Solidly unbending. Stuck. Trapped. Cold. Shivering. On the way to work, I passed this pretty little heap of ice. Wonderful. The b...

Everyone has days where they want to sit back and laugh (yes, laugh) at the fantastically perverse luck that comes their way. As you navigat...

To photograph a day. (And write a subtext for it.) You can’t, really. There isn’t permission for it. I was in class today and I had a guest ...

I leave the D.C. apartment early. There will be airport crowds. There will be traffic. There will be chaos. Or not. I settle in for a long w...

I’m not that, if patriotism means saying that your country is the best of the best. I don’t even know what that means. Good people, making g...

I am in the south. I think of it as such. Even though it’s really quite cold here today, in my mind D.C. is bringing up the south. We ate br...

I heard stores opened at 4 (that would be ante meridiem) today. Impressive. Myself, I preferred to stay indoors, listening to the hum of mor...

Why do we like to eat so much? Oh life. Such meaning in the preparation of food, in the serving of it --- here, have some . What great fortu...

I know that news stories about people traveling around the holidays are supposed to project a mild (or even huge) feeling of misery liking c...

Up early. Lecture notes to finish. Outside my condo windows, wisps of pink. A November sunrise. Looking up today. After classes, a quick esp...

A day, anyone’s day can be described thus. There’s work to be done, but first, one must clear away the rubble. So that’s what they’re doing ...

…animals and people change. A cat knocks on the door of Ed’s sheepshed. He is given food. He never leaves. But he lives in fear. Of everythi...

...that people are as they are and seasons have elements of dreariness and you have to move beyond that or you become like so many who, in t...

At the end of the day, I drive to Ed’s place. A dozen minutes from city center, it has the feel of deep country, just as he likes it. I like...