There’s more snow on the driveway. Ya, I know. Shocker. Doesn’t it look all sweet and fresh and, oh, I dunno… Pure as the driven... Read More
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… on the mercy of a genius
I am an Apple fan. Love the products, love the marketing, love the cool and hip vibe of being one of those people who... Read More
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… on a low-down, underhanded, sneaky theft
In 2002, while Granny and Grampa (the Old Yankee Man) were in Florida, Grampa’s dog died. Sunny was a ‘pound dog’. A collie/shepherd/who-knows-what-else mix.... Read More
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… on hows and whys
How can you listen When he struggles to find a word When his topics shift Like grains of sand on a snow white beach?... Read More
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… on a valentines day thanks giving
But for you, I’d be Less. Less loved Less silly Less joyful Less whole Less comfortably me. Thank you. Thanks for readin’ Wanna comment? C’mon... Read More
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… on a place that sings to me
There is something about Maine. It brings me into myself. As if it knows my favorite song. And sings it to me, whenever I’m there.... Read More
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… on a bridge (not that bridge, a good one)
I’ve taken many photos of this bridge, but never while snow is falling. Actually, finding a day when it is not snowing would provide the... Read More
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… on a crooked path toward a creative life
Yesterday afternoon, I was turning into my driveway, and the light was just right. My trusty camera was on the seat next to me.... Read More
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… on a sheepish husband and blind fred
Last night, the Nearly Perfect Husband came huffing and puffing into the Living Room. He was snow-covered and holding a shovel in his hand.... Read More
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… on ‘cooking’ and cooking
Marshal Dillon Dingle does not cook. Oh, sure. Sometimes Marshal Dillon Dingle thinks about cooking. Photographic proof: See? But, in actuality he does not really... Read More
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… on real life magic (and joy)
It’s snowing again. This time, the weather prognosticators are saying we’ll get another foot, maybe more, on top of the three feet we got... Read More
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… on shepherd philosophy
After the recent storm, I was watching the ShepHerds play. It was so quiet, as they leapt and turned and harumphed through the snow. And... Read More