(2005)
The sun porch, Aston, Pa.
Tuning in 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)
In the shadow of Mt. Shasta, California
Good bet that Leo the dog was nearby. Taken by my cousin Carter on his telephone. (ca. 2007)
The Salmon River, Altmar, N.Y.
More snow is coming. (2008)
Nauset Beach, East Orleans, Mass.
When we were young The Cape Cod National Seashore breaks here at Nauset Harbor. Behind us, to the north across the inlet, was the site of Henry Beston’s ‘Outermost House,’ and in between lay the promise of large fish. Unfortunately on this day in October 2008, it was only the promise. It was a 3-mile hike round-trip in the sand to get there, and it was worth every step.
Premarathon dinner, Boston
You don’t want to know. (2008)
On the road to Nice, France
Like Philadelphia in March (2008)
Mystery establishment, Tokyo
Everything else on this street looked normal. This place sits on the little side street that runs along railroad tracks. I had no clue what lay behind those doors, but it looked naughty. (2007)
Twilight, East Orleans, Mass.
(2007)
