Ocean

Another Shakespeare play in the woods, west of Madison, another night of stars and wisps of mist hugging the prairie fields. Another downtow...

My daughter and I went through the cardboard boxes I piled into storage two years ago. We were searching for old maps (not to be found), but...

The last of the summer early morning rides to class. The mist is there again. And it’s quiet. Summer quiet. Purchase photo 1960 Purchase pho...

I am near the end of the semester. What more can be said about the lake path, about the regularity of working late and early and many hours ...

I have spatial-sequence (or "number form") synesthesia , my daughter tells me. I look up. Is it serious? She describes it to me...

I know that this is a term reserved for group stationary bike pedaling done at health clubs. In the alternative, people talk of their though...

…flowers. So hard to fill vases in the winter, so easy now. We circled (squared?) the downtown market. It takes time, but time is expandable...

For my late mother-in-law, everything circled around the annual visit of her son (and by default, me). She painted walls, purchased new furn...

I lived in a west Madison suburb for 18 years. Older people moved out, younger families moved in. Sometimes the newcomers would do minor hou...

For the past several days, I’ve had a houseguest. My routines, therefore, have included more sit-down meals (not that he would have minded t...

I know, if you have to look at one more post of sweet morning photos along the water’s edge, you’ll take your business elsewhere. You may th...

It rained today. Looks like snow, doesn’t it? It’s not. It’s rain. Not a huge rain, not a significant event. It rained, I worked.

I hear the music. Faint sounds of a band. Rehearsing maybe? In the park nearby? I step outside and I see it right away: a small gathering do...

You’ve heard maybe of the 2000 Watt Society ? Where communities (so far, mainly Swiss) attempt to stay within that limit of energy consumpti...