The drive home at twilight in January. Put the radio on. Whistle, even though I can’t whistle. Sing, no..don’t do that. That is dangerous. Wolves love that sound. I know. Take a photograph. No sound. I had put it on … Read the rest
Twilight. A Bell Tolls.
On a good day, twilight in the garden or on the road is like a bell tolling announcing a mysterious world.
On a bad day, I put my camera down and go home.
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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