Injuring one's knee at 62 is not going to build character. It's just plain stupid. I stepped up on a log with gusto and lust for life and fell after a wobble of the log transferred to a wobble in my knee. Here I am. Laid up on my back deck in Montreal while the... Continue Reading →
Vermont Wall Coming upon a wall in the middle of a Vermont forest raises so many questions for me. Who built it? What was it delineating? If it predates these old trees, was it demarcating farmland? These stones satisfy so many of my aesthetic interests: texture, craftsmanship, nature reclaiming human interventions, seemingly random lines and... Continue Reading →
It’s Thursday. I’m doing Jo’s walk. I pick a random direction, 300 paces from my house. I find myself counting paces in twenties. Falling into an intuitive rhythm of twenty. Trusting it. I’m in the middle of an alley, middle of a block, at Gate 1. Looking for something meaningful to rest my eyes and... Continue Reading →
