At this time of year, autumn, in this geographical spot, New England, and at my age, 69, every morning whether I want it or not I have a glass of melancholia, straight up.
This is Beaver Pond in Franklin, Mass.… Read the rest
St. Patrick’s Day: I’m eating green today.
It’s St. Patrick’s Day. I have nothing green in my wardrobe so I bought a green cabbage. Except that I hate cabbage or, at least, thought I did. I made the Cabbage and Onion torte recipe from the NYTimes… Read the rest
Melancholy Baby on Wheels
Because being in the passenger seat lets me play with my camera settings, I can make high noon on a cloudless summer’s day into a moody twilight.
I have no idea why those cars had their headlights on unless they … Read the rest