Not much happening here. The fun, it came. Now, quiet again. Friends, family, dogs, food, music, laughing. This group, each year slightly shifts. But it’s

I look across the lake this morning and see: No Mountains! I could be…in Saskatchewan. Or Siberia. I could be… Choices. Here’s one for you:

I’m in the midst of this process that looks like it’s going nowhere. No product yet. I’m doing experimenting or, perhaps, skill building. My plan

We got some snow yesterday. White on the trees and then… not. The relatively warm lake water causes melting along its borders, underlining the bright

Here comes the cold weather. Like a donkey with its heels dug in, I’m saying, “Noooooo!”. But then, when it was unseasonably warm before this,

I continue to be surprised when I read, Ross King’s book, Mad Enchantment, about Monet. What I find is this wonderful narration of discovery. And it

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,