(1990)
Trench coat, Philadelphia
HST in NYC
Hunter S. Thompson (1937-2005) was on a book tour, and a Reuters colleague scored an interview. If you’ve ever read his work, you know what’s on this coffee table. (1997)
City guy, Philadelphia
(1988)
Waterfront, Toronto
(2000)
Barn and field, West Chester, Pa.
(2018)
Long shadows, Avalon, N.J.
Countdown to cocktails My bride and I rent the same beach house every year, during the same week in September, on a spit of New Jersey barrier island I’ve been going to since before I could form sentences. At that time of year, we’ve cleared out most of the suckers. Entire beach for two? Right this way. (2016)
Wedding, Bron, France
They’re just as attractive from the front. Much like mine, the business end of some French weddings takes place in the town hall because of restrictions as to what constitutes legal marriage — it’s either real clergy or the mayor’s office. On Saturdays, this scene will be repeated throughout the day, with one wedding party exiting to exultation while another enters from the staging area. This one, between my bride’s cousin, from Lyon, and her man, a Corsican, was the last of the day, so there was time to blow bubbles. (2009)
The sun porch, Aston, Pa.
Tuning in (2005)
Vineyard, Saint-André, France
Le Granier looms. We went out for a walk, Cécile and I, from her house in Les Marches. Down to the lake, with teens hanging out by the water fountain and families expanding their lives on the lawn. The vineyards encroach up onto the side of the mountains now, thanks to technology, but this slope seems more natural. (2008)
Winter in Aston, Pa.
Everyone’s pretty much holding tight. (2007)
