I wake and the sky Is there, intact The paper is white The ink is black My charmed life Harms no one– No wife, no son Samuel Menashe
Yesterday’s photo of Bill Lewis clearing snow off of his canoe with a wooden paddle brought this emailed response: “Look at the picture you posted on the blog, the snowy one. That thing on the left looks like a zaftig headless, armless woman with very large breasts. I wonder what it means. Other than that […]
As we plan this year’s fall camping trip… a look at the past, Allagash Lake, 1993. View larger image
Flo comments frequently about others in her little community. Mostly, she refers to them as, well, “themâ€, or “theyâ€, or “some,†as in , “some get picked up on weekends.†While we were waiting for the barbershop chorus to begin, she pointed out one woman in spiffy red shorts and matching spandex shirt. “She wears […]
Matt and I are in a valley, at the base of a mountain, trying to decide where to camp. ItÃs an area similar to many in Colorado, with a small town nearby. Adams comes along, pulls out his map and says, ìWeÃll begin at the top and camp at these lakes (pointing to his map […]
Matt and I are in a valley, at the base of a mountain, trying to decide where to camp. ItÃs an area similar to many in Colorado, with a small town nearby. Adams comes along, pulls out his map and says, ìWeÃll begin at the top and camp at these lakes (pointing to his map […]
The Sounds of Concord Barbershop Chorus performed for almost an hour at Concord Park. The number in the Chorus (22) almost outnumbered those in the audience. View larger image Flo, all ears. Audience participation. This is when I left my chair and pretended I had more photos to take.
I’m usually going somewhere, and I’m pretty determined about it, but inevitably I get lost. Most times, I’m in Cincinnati, in the hills above the Ohio River. There are highways, buildings and bridges that cross the river. I’m usually on foot, and as if I suddenly had a stroke, I find myself lost. Which way […]
View larger image View larger image Drawings by Caroline Radulski I might have been working on her cabinet doors, or replacing her bulkhead steps, but way back in early 1990 something, I answered Chris Radulski’s phone (she must have been out and told me she was expecting a call). “Hello.†“Can I speak to Mrs. […]
Hil, Matt and President Enrique BolaÃ’os Geyer View larger image
For my brother Peter.
Photos of Bertha’s beach house and her house in Managua. Travis sent me this sound file about audio blogging. He may have been nipping a bad idea in the bud, I donÃt know, but I rooted around some more in the authorÃs site and found this. Maybe a little long, but still, very funny. On […]