Category: Never Any Clouds
Masao Yamamoto teaching Luca Malde how to walk. Sewanee, November 7, 2005. 10 years ago, Luca on his 1st birthday, with Masao.
Kiran and Rachel. Pool. July, 2015.
Will and Amelie, Land. Burlington VT. July, 2015.
Rhododendron bud. 12:35 PM, Laurel Lake, NH. July, 2015. an extract from ‘A Man in Assynt’, by Norman MacCaig [from the Scottish Poetry Lubrary] Who owns this landscape? Has owning anything to do with love? For it and I have a love-affair, so nearly human we even have quarrels. – When I intrude too confidently […]
Gifts. Luca, casting. 8:20 PM, Laurel Lake, NH. July, 2015. from Frederic Gros, “A Philosophy of Walking.”, Ch. 7. Solitudes ‘They tell this story about a wise pilgrim: he was following a long road, under a dark stormy sky, down a valley in whose dip was a small field of ripe wheat. The well-defined field, among rough scrub […]
Vase. 3:40 PM, Laurel Lake, NH. July, 2015. And I still cannot shake off what happened in the Eurozone and what has been done in Greece. [Against the backdrop of friends and wished-for-friends passing away in recent weeks.] Don’t the reapers understand that they are shaping their own cutting? Are the lessons of death and disenfranchisement […]