SEPTEMBER 2021 IN PICTURES

Only a month ago. If September memories were beets or pumpkins, they’d still be totally fresh and ready to use, tasty and fortifying, maybe even

AUGUST 2021 IN PICTURES

I can sort of remember August. Though with the woodstove fire crackling beside me, having walked around town today in fleece and a winter coat

JUNE 2021 IN PICTURES

Ah, the start of summer, I remember it well. Only four short months ago and all was anticipation. Everything smelled new, green, vital. I was

MARCH 2021 IN PICTURES

In a continuing series of looks back at the year that was. No field trips out of northern New England, lots of walks close by,

write 31 days: dreamscape – day 2

beneath constant skies Longing for the curve of earth where watermeets sand, rock, creeping dune,where the storms in all their dreadfulglory sweep across the eternal

Six on Saturday: Laudholm Farm, Wells, Maine

Yesterday I needed to hear, smell, see, touch, feel the ocean, the beach, with an estuary thrown in for good measure. There are some good

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