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Not a bubbling over moment of joy, just a quiet one. But that one cloud demanded a photo and I was hardly going to refuse.
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Not a bubbling over moment of joy, just a quiet one. But that one cloud demanded a photo and I was hardly going to refuse.
It’s just the total absurd purity of screaming yellow forsythia against a dazzling blue sky. I can remember when, as a little boy, I could
For some reason it’s often the supermarket where I observe people experiencing moments of joy and where they transmit joy to me. Today, which is
Yesterday, going down the stairs to my basement, I fell. My shoes were wet and slippery and my feet went out from under me. I
https://vimeo.com//898473998 Reflections was a three projector slide show I created while on a break from running my biz, The Slide Center in 1992. I was
https://vimeo.com/898465316 This was a slideshow I made about Rock Meadow, a lovely bit of meadow, woods, and wetlands in Belmont, Massachusetts. For years, when living
Been too long since a Moment of Joy penetrated my shell, but it happened this morning. During workout class, with all of us on the
I have a bird feeder outside my office window so I, and Daisy the cat, can watch the birds from close up. I only feed
Sitting under a tree painting the blank white parts of my latest sculpture with whichever pattern comes to be. It is sunny with gentle breezes,
Ok, so they are not bluebirds or anything exotic. They are baby house sparrows. Their nests are nothing but crude piles of sticks. Wikipedia says
I photographed a number of college graduation events this week and this is an abstracted image from one of them. Graduation is a big deal,
Fly the little drone on a hilltop in Umbria, Italy. Let it take in a 360 view of the countryside. It was only desperation for
Truly just a moment… Walking along at the edge of a field on a stretch of wooden planks and can’t help but notice that the
My buddy tells me a sad thing, that The Good Girl’s father had died. We all loved the Good Girl. She was pretty, she was
I went to school in Mahopac from Kindergarden through 12th grade. And from the first days I showed up in school it was clear who