Jane Hirshfield I want to give myself utterly as the maple that burned and burned for three days without stinting and then in two more dropped off every leaf; as this lake that, no matter what comes to its green-blue depths, both takes and returns it. In the still heart, that refuses nothing, the world […]
Thank god someone out there is updating their blog.
Kathy just returned from China, Kenzie’s going to Africa, Sarah to Fiji, and  Pesky godson’s in Syria while Goose is still enjoying his life out west. Â
Mike, For those of us interested in pretty pictures, in particular Hubble’s magnificent pictures, here is an interesting explanation of how they go from the ugly raw data (full of cosmic ray tracks, awkward edge artifacts, and black-white) to the full-color eye-candy that we all know and love. The author gives away some tricks that […]
“Honey, smell my nightgown.†“It smells like vomit.†“It’s the clean one you just washed. And my other two smell like this one.†“You think I left them in the basement too long?†“Did you vomit on them in the basement?†“No, and I don’t know why they smell like that. It reminds me of […]
Hilary Burgin, aka La Chica, turns twenty. (I know, I could be wrong and I really should check this out with her mom.)
“Honey, please come back to me. No one will call you Mrs. Diane Canning. I promise.” Thought bubbles: Me : I can see Polly’s lips moving but I can’t hear anything. Diane: You’d think he’d be ready for this after thirteen years. Patti : My sister could have married a lawyer. The kiss, twenty-five years […]
Diane, did you know that Otis wrote this song in 1967 while living on a houseboat in Sausalito? Do you suppose he and Sweet William were friends?
Mike, On our way across the pond last month, our Brit Air pilot just missed Greenland. According to the map monitor on the back of the seat in front of me, we flew just south of the southern tip. (It was cloudy anyway.) But on the way back, we crossed the southern tip, and I […]
Those babies are tucked up under the roof of the garage and it’s hard to get a good clear shot. Maybe once their heads are poking above the nest. However, while I was on the ladder their parents returned with food, and squawked at me. I was using my 90 mm prime, not my telephoto.
Those babies are tucked up under the roof of the garage and it’s hard to get a good clear shot. Maybe once their heads are poking above the nest. However, while I was on the ladder their parents returned with food, and squawked at me. I was using my 90 mm prime, not my telephoto.
My neighbor down the street cultivates a beautiful flower garden that borders both her driveway and Central St. It’s impossible to drive by without stopping to take pictures, and yesterday’s overcast skies and recent rain made her orange poppies pop. Near those poppies is a purple flower that up close looks like a Hubble photo […]