Our lunch yesterday at La Provence included the usual topics (work, writing, photographs, wood stoves, TV’s, movies (Big Fish), Adam’s mangled finger, and death. The purpose of our meeting was not lunch, but the walk with Mr Schreiber’s dog, Butter, who is likely to die in the next few months from an aggressive form of […]
Adam Kibbe Image repeated from the July 03, 2003 addition log entry, the day Mike, Matt and Robby insulated our sunroom. In this recent spate of subzero weather, the room has still been comfortable to inhabit. The radiant heat in the floor helps (mostly just keeps the tile from feezing our feet), but the quality […]
It is so much easier to scan and post photos than write something worth reading. View scarier image
Frank, Diane, Florence and Susan. Click here for more family photos.
By now those who have the interest, time and fortitude have made it through (at least some) of the previous post. Having let your rich imaginations dwell with this for awhile, the following images (click here) are now available, against which to check your internal vision — snapshots from a quick trip into the church […]
The Requested Photograph – Martha Burr & Diane Canning, Wellesley College 1969 View larger image
by Adam S. Kibbe First, apologies for the length. A telling was requested, this is what I came up with, The Editor approved. It could’ve been longer. Secondly, why no pictures? Because you all have rich imaginations and deep internal lives and will surely paint this better than I could photograph it. And it’s not […]
Chiclets View larger image
What I’ve always known about Diane. She doesn’t take sides, unless Ginger is involved; she loves sleeping in tents but not outside of them. Hills, whether hiked or biked, need to be conquered quickly. She can make a meal out of mushrooms en brochette but will pass on dessert if it doesn’t include chocolate. Her […]
Chris’s children: Michael, Caroline, and Matthew Matthew (the one above) woke the other day with what might have been a stiff neck. “Mom, have you ever, when you were young, or even yesterday, felt like a bone was sticking out of your neck?”
Florence and Diane at two years, five months. View larger image Steven called at 2 PM Saturday to tell me that water was finally flowing through his kitchen faucet. “Wonderful,†I said, and I then left for my weekly dump run, and 3 PM pickup of Matthew from his work at the convenience store. When […]
Susan, Diane, Frank and Florence – 1954 View larger, grainier – it’s an old photo, what do you expect – image I woke up this morning to six below and frozen heating pipes. After I positioned my space heater and hair dryer over the ice cold copper, the phone rang. It was Steven Varga wondering […]