December 13th, 2014 | Cooking, Kitchen and Table, Friends, Genealogy, General, Holidays, Memory, Travel, United States, visual arts
Mercy me—is the year almost ended? 2014 gave us adventure, romance, challenges and sorrow. Suspended as I am among so many feelings, none has gravity sufficient to pull me close. What consumes me now are the tasks ahead from collecting the turkey from Rumbleway Farm...
October 21st, 2014 | General, Travel, visual arts
As my Dear One said, “The Indianapolis Museum of Art is so good, no wonder the Colts wanted to move here.” The city is, in fact, an amazing place for art. And it’s full of nice people and courteous drivers. Real estate is probably pretty affordable, too. Altogether a...
October 21st, 2014 | General, Travel, United States, visual arts
The Columbus (Ohio) Airport has beautiful restrooms! Well the women’s is beautiful; my Dear One says the gent’s is small. But no mind. I entered a well-lit space both immaculate and ample. The stalls feature locks that work and toilets that flush, seat covers and...
July 29th, 2014 | Education, Genealogy, Memory, Travel, visual arts
I just wasn’t expecting it. We were on the lower level of the Yale University Art Gallery, down among the American decorative arts, just poking about, trying to see a few more things on our way out of the building and out of New Haven. As we veered from a period room...
June 28th, 2014 | Gardens and Gardening, Genealogy, General, Memory, Time Passes, Travel, visual arts
This was the branch that most frightened me, the one most perfectly positioned to do irreparable harm to the monument. Lower and smaller branches had already been removed, opening space around the slender column surmounted by its neoclassical urn. Four of us—two on...
June 25th, 2014 | General, Memory, the world and Mother Nature, Travel
It is the light, it is the air, the dark featheriness of pine and fir, and the distinct chill of a summer’s evening. Our camp on Squam Lake in New Hampshire, my realest “home” gave me this with each visit; and now so does Maine. Whether it was the strangeness of the...