
“how are you?”
People are coming back to the lake after a winter away. I see acquaintances I know in passing, know well enough to smile and acknowledge and ask: “How are you?” They say some positive answer and the question bounces back…

People are coming back to the lake after a winter away. I see acquaintances I know in passing, know well enough to smile and acknowledge and ask: “How are you?” They say some positive answer and the question bounces back…

Earlier in the day – pre the time this photo was taken on a sweet woods wander – Peaches and I were walking on the grass at Whole Foods in Portland when we saw a discarded label: other side up.…

You hear people say: words are just words until you live them. And a word you hear a lot : fun. You’re not feeling well? Go have some fun. You’re tired? Do something fun. If I knew how to do…

Running horses? Relaxing? Is that possible? I was out walking in the woods. Walking. Not running. But watching Peaches run hither and thither. It had been pouring rain, so happily we had this lovely piece of outdoors to ourselves. I…

Remember that stream that Peaches was trying to reach – was it only a week ago? Maybe two. And yes, she’s incredulous. Spring. A time to be outdoors. Just being. Aaaaaaah. As I was strolling through the rainy woods today…

I left the lake today. The quiet lake. I took this photo to capture that: how fully I felt. The quiet. Very few people are around. But many are online. And so is so much else: lots of art. Which…

It’s evening. I’m looking through my translucent horses to that snow covered lake. Perfect backdrop. It’s quiet. Good to be home. Good to feel the peace. And also, glad that I was in Bath. That my winter months were spent…

Seasons. Lots of wind in the night broke up the ice. Allowed it to shift into these shapes. Kind of stunning. The thing about living in such a gorgeous spot is that you realize always that all you have to…


River water! Ice is gone. What a gift. I walk through tall old growth pines. Over jagged rocks. Next to the clear river. All gifts. In Native American understanding, the earth was given to us. Every year, the animals that…