Ocean

My visiting daughter has an early flight out. I watch her get ready. In my mind I count the days when I’ll cross paths with her or her siste...

She ran ahead, in the way that she used to run ahead when she was small. In those years, her younger sister, held by one parent or the other...

I am so tired. Eyes half closed. Begging for the release of sleep. Will you accept just a photo or two, maybe from the downtown farmers mar...

You may think I have spent an unpardonably long period of time trading adventure and exploration for work and tedium (with a little bit of e...

I’ll stick with the theme of green tonight. Green leaves – the leftover nothings, the ones that cling without really believing that they’ll ...

So many Ocean posts and photos of men (and women, but mostly men) fishing! Perhaps I’ve been waiting for the night when I can only say one ...

I warned you. Tuesdays take my breath away, and not always in a kind way. So that when I wake up and remember that it is indeed That day, I...

No more Gourmet Magazine. You know what thought came to me first? D amn! I cannot expect to bounce grandkids on my knee X years from now an...

When the seasons change here, in Madison – from fantastically wonderful (summer) to dismally bare (everything else) – you start looking out ...

One glance and I can see it's that kind of a day: cold, damp. I have a load of work. More like two loads. Isn’t it a good time to think ...

There isn’t a lot that can be said about a day where your jaw is manipulated by a person with power tools that make big noises. Even the lau...

What do these three photos have in common? For one thing , they happened within a brief period of time of one another. Then, too, they’re al...

At the end of the day, I stopped by my colleague’s office. Having the room right next to mine forces her to listen to my sudden and extravag...

In searching for a bit of information about my last year's schedule, I looked back on an Ocean post from last October. I was shocked to...

I know I’ll get rapped for this post. I always do when I venture into the jungle of “the critically inclined.” But I can't take the safe...

If I ever look back on this week-end, I’ll recall it as a time when I did what I long believed needed to be done: I latched on to a useful ...