Having to wear shoes all day in summer feels like foot binding

My feet are shredded; torn up and abused by the shoes of summer. It’s not that the shoes are uncomfortable per se, but most (cute) summer shoes are too flat to wear often, and the others I counterbalance with: too constraining. Opposites, each feels a relief after the other, yet compounding irritations alternately. It being… Continue reading Having to wear shoes all day in summer feels like foot binding

The floating city; a mirage in the heat of a summer day

My brother came to visit for a few days. We had an adventure-filled weekend, and I'm thankful for his visit, as I was when my older brother and his family were here earlier in the month. Not only to have spent time with them, but also because visitors ensure you get out and do things.… Continue reading The floating city; a mirage in the heat of a summer day

Summer hid a whetstone in the slender paths between cornstalks

My brother and Seneca in the ring while I was up at the Farm in July. Summer! It’s been too hot. It’s rained a lot. It’s been busy with work, and (half Fridays notwithstanding) I’ve still not gone on a date with the Atlantic Ocean. Haven’t cycled as much as I’d like. But it’s been… Continue reading Summer hid a whetstone in the slender paths between cornstalks

How life makes failures of us all with sunshine, and the gentle rapid passing of time*

And, at long last, here, I write something again. Don’t think I haven’t longed for it; time without writing makes a ruin of me. A mere responder rather than a decided adventurer. Time— without time to think, to write— renders me a to-do list, at best. Ugh. And I’ve been feeling a right failure of… Continue reading How life makes failures of us all with sunshine, and the gentle rapid passing of time*

Summer swords

In summer my fingernails grow like weeds— just grow and grow and there’s no stopping them. All that vitamin d; sunlight so I have to clip, trim, file. Sand down the edges that snag on my shirt or a neighboring nail. They’re long now, but instead of cutting, clipping, reigning in, I have the urge… Continue reading Summer swords

Unicorns in the pool, and a search for sea-softened stones

Here are a couple watercolor sketches that I began on the weekend while in Fire Island, and finished last night. And an excerpt from a text I sent to a friend, regarding a particular mission while I was out on the island: Twice this day I've filled my pockets with soft sea-rounded stones for our… Continue reading Unicorns in the pool, and a search for sea-softened stones

Scenes from a nearby barrier island

Here are some photographs from my brief but lovely stay in Cherry Grove, Fire Island last week. A soothing balm, and the friends I stayed with had a little oasis of a cottage on the bayside. It was so serene and lovely that I didn't even go off on a wander to photograph more of… Continue reading Scenes from a nearby barrier island

From here I can see the curve of of the earth

Here are the days— Heat, haze on the horizon like a matte painting, wavering This part of summer finds me un-hungry. I have no appetite. My desires simplified, bleached like the half-shells of bi-valves, left hollow on the sand. The sounds of waves, shrieking gulls, soft wind— And the gradual granular erosion of my skin,… Continue reading From here I can see the curve of of the earth

A day lakeside

Yesterday was the first day since I arrived upstate that it broke sunny instead of clouds attended by rain. It was welcome timing, as we'd long planned a day on Canandaigua Lake where my middle brother and his family have a new lake house. It was breezy and sunny with a brilliant sky and the… Continue reading A day lakeside

On the farm after a sudden, short downfall

I apologize— I missed my Monday posting deadline! I've been posting a lot lately, but was somewhat busy leading up to go out of town and come upstate. Here are some photographs from around the farm earlier today. There was a brief, thundering deluge around 11am or so. Then the sky brightened which is always… Continue reading On the farm after a sudden, short downfall