Ocean

A day of quiet. Work? Oh yes, of course. Plants to move, weeds to pull -- yes, I suppose you would call it work. But I don't rus...

Picture this: partly cloudy skies, a brisk wind, temperatures hovering in the seventies F (mid twenties C). Isn't that the perfect se...

And now the farmette landscape takes on the radiant colors of youthful glory -- the pinks, the purples, the dainty yellows -- so full of vi...

Several people have suggested that I produce for Snowdrop (if not for myself) a photo book about her adventures in Paris. Oh, do I agree th...

In the predawn hours, when your post-travel internal clock makes you think it's time to abandon sleep, I lay in bed thinking endless th...