In some sort of cosmic ying and yang way, one of the least appealing vegetables for me to consume redeems itself in the end with its beauty.

I pass this little outbuilding each day on my walk. And, with the graveyard of cut timber in front, it always feels like the shed is slowly sinking, being overtaken and consumed by the huge logs, the very source from which it came.

At this time of year, many New Englanders share a common purpose: Getting firewood stacked and under cover before the real winter weather hits.

Every once in awhile a vignette will catch your eye that has a certain look and feel that reminds you of a favorite artist.

In a rush!

A new website begins here: A brief tour.