I’m the only one on this trail that is well traveled in warmer months. The colors? Black and white almost. I’ve ventured out, away from

She came on December 26. Cecilia. New to this world. So much to understand. How to be. To be picked up. To be fed. To

“What attracts me … is that it’s not ‘about’ something …- it just IS something.” (Laura Hoptman, Art in America, 1/2019). I’m walking back from

Isn’t it crazy that we use the words “made it” to mean, on one hand : made by hand. On the other: got to this

I’ve looked out my window for years now and seen lake and mountains. In a month, I’ll look out of the window of another house

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