TWENTY DEGREES AND THE WIND is blowing hard enough across the fallow fields to stir up clouds of fine silt, which race wraith-like into my path and through me. The Continue reading

PAINTING WHAT I FEEL about what I see is a mysterious process. Most of the time I begin with a partially formed idea — an image, perhaps; a color, line, Continue reading

MOLLY-O GOES WILD on her walk to the Connecticut River. Beaver objects. With Walking Crop Report and Walking Foliage Report, this completes a 2010 fall walking series. With Walking Foliage Continue reading