Minus the dock… still not quite Monet. The fall colors are just about gone, and yet they still shimmer through the early morning mist. Apparently,

Peaches. Her name is Peaches. Well, if you want the long version: Peaches en Regalia (thank you Frank Zappa – via Martin). And she is…

The weather. That topic. It has been strange lately. The forecast was for 3 inches of rain. Did it mention high winds? Shall we say

Look closely. Can you see those last few leaves just clinging to the ends of branches? If you could look at that tree again tomorrow,

A human life is the most complex narrative of all: it has many layers of events which embrace outside behaviour and actions, the inner stream

(photos of this glorious time of year) You know, I don’t like all stories. I was just at the “transfer station” (dump) where there is

Quiet. The lake is almost still. I love the lake when it’s still. Why is it so difficult for me to be still? Even slow

I don’t feel good – I have this kind of really lousy chest thing going on; so I used that as an excuse to go

I was so thrilled that I got such an early start on my day – cloth on the hill just soaked with dye. And then….

I have my ideas about the color of water. The water that I know. Water that I remember. But what color is water, anyway? According