An Evening Rain

Three Birds at the Bird Bath

Borrowed Seasons

A Walk in the Rain with Charlie

The Stone I Took

I was driving somewhere, past the part of Massachusetts where maps just get tired and give up - Otis, maybe, or a town pretending to be Otis because it liked the sound of the name.

At the Berkshire Garden

Morning opened in Albany - the city stretching itself awake, lights blinking off along the Hudson, a heron lifting from the shallows. Coffee steamed the car’s small interior as we turned east,

To Thoreau, in Fieldstone Words

A Sparrow in the Snow

Among the Lilacs