I spent the morning and afternoon with a gallon of black stain and a paint brush, crawling around under the deck, painting the house skirting. The afternoon holds an axe an a large stack of wood. If I lived this way year-round, I wouldn’t need a gym membership.
Category: photography
To prove she’s still alive…
Jean, aged 14, and butterfly, newly hatched.
Repetition
There’s a certain fascination with walking the same paths over and over, in all sorts of weather, and seeing different things each time. Exploits is made of two islands and ours is the one to the northeast. On this island, an old cart track runs the length of the island and is dotted with houses…
This is how a heart breaks
When I was a little girl, people lived in this house. Kids played here. Puppies were born here. Stories were told into the evening. When I was a girl, the road went to this house. You could walk there. There was a wharf, too, in the deep cove in front. There was often a sailboat….
Night lights
Night has texture and dimension when external sources of light are drastically reduced. Stars are brighter and satellites trail across the heavens quite visibly. The stars are one of the great perks of 2am outhouse trips.
Raising the Bar Strength & Conditioning 