From a window at the Ahwahnee Hotel, in Yosemite National Park. I had a quiet breakfast there one extraordinary winter morning (the complimentary bread basket was amazing), and this was my view. Reminds me of a poem by Louis Macneice: Snow The room was suddenly rich and the great bay-window was Spawning snow and […]
An old photo. A perfect sunset. A ways away. A different time. Sometimes I miss my hometown. I miss her especially when I see photos like this.
A beautiful, Autumn day, has begun with frost.
I took a walk in my favorite neighborhood this weekend, and only had my camera phone with me.. Thought I’d post these pretty photos anyway. I love this time of year — the warm light, the cool air, the turning leaves, the anticipation of change, and the magnificent cycle of life. Enjoy the season, Everyone… […]
I took some test shots this weekend during a wonderful walk at the Cave Hill Cemetery. The beautiful grounds were just beginning to burst into color, and my amateur shots did not do justice to the poignant, peaceful cemetery. Click on an image below to open up the gallery slideshow.
ON occasion, I find myself without even my pocket camera with me, so I end up taking shots with my mobile phone. While resolution is weak, it doesn’t mean I can’t shoot what I see. This post is the first of a new category — “Mobile” — that is, “phone shots.” These were taken at […]
“..For always roaming with a hungry heart Much have I seen and known; cities of men And manners, climates, councils, governments, Myself not least, but honoured of them all; And drunk delight of battle with my peers; Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy. I am a part of all that I have met..”
I took a lovely walk with a sweet companion in Central Park, Louisville this past Memorial Day. Unlike my previous visit to Louisville during a cold, dormant winter, the parks this time, in late May — and all of Louisville for that matter — shimmered in a lush, deep green of Spring. Central Park was […]
“Are there trees near you, and does your own soul need comforting? Quick, then— open the door and fly on your heavy feet; the song may already be drifting away.” Poem excerpt from “Such Singing in the Wild Branches,” in Owls and Other Fantasies, by the incomparable Mary Oliver
A month ago, San Francisco got some wild, stormy weather, which culminated in deep, dramatic, dark blue clouds on the western horizon, gilt in the smoldering embers of a golden sunset. I was lucky to have been able to catch a few quick shots, before the Arctic winds started to make my fingers numb.
It seemed to pour down from the sky…
[Originally published on January 27, 2010] I returned, last week, from a remarkable trip to Kentucky, where I stayed with a brilliant, loving, and handsome man, who I love with certainty and beyond all words. While there, we visited, Mammoth Cave National Park, on a clear, crisp sunny morning. Click on any photo in the […]
Benediction I begged It To cleave my heart, Scoop the rotten insides, And replace it with Mountains. I yearned for It to take away the ruins — to plunge what remained Deep Beneath the dirt, And replace me With seasons. It answered with silence. The enclosing Cold gripped me with loose wet clouds dripping waterfalls. […]