my horses hiding the thunderstorm Years ago, I was having a tough time at one point. Really tough. So much so that I couldn’t make

At this time of year, I tell my daughter, you feel as if you own the lake. It feels like it’s just us, no one

I’m reading this wildly interesting book on Alexander Humboldt (by Andrea Wulf) who was one of the first environmentalists. I’m early in the book and,

So in my latest best-loved book, The Invention of Nature, von Humboldt is struggling across an endless grass landscape in South America when he encounters an

thunderstorm coming Yes, I forgot. I forgot to name many who dropped by, jumped in, laid back, enjoyed the lake. All of whom I thoroughly

starting in on “dark hearts” It’s September. It’s after Labor Day. The BIG SUMMER has ended. I thought to myself: “Now I can re-enter my

I was intrigued by a passage in Gombrich’s book in which he was writing about seeing. He mentioned that a person who gains sight later

This summer I’ve been slowly digesting Gombrich’s The Story of Art. I had my fair share of art history in the classroom. But even the

For a couple of wonderful years, I was part of an online art group. Once a week we would talk. Between, I blogged. I was

August 13. How did that happen? With lots and lots of away-from-the-computer time is how. With lots of time in the woods and water and