August 26, 2016

Watertown, MA. August, 2016

I'm not making my usual annual trip to Tucson this fall, so it seems that Tucson has come to me instead. This mural in a downtown Watertown parking lot seems a lot more vivid Southwest to me than it does uptight New England.

August 25, 2016

Bay Ridge, Brooklyn. June, 2015

While San Francisco's Golden Gate Bridge is my #1 favorite, I have to admit that the Verrazano-Narrows Bridge comes in a close second.

August 24, 2016

Watertown, MA. July, 2015

I got not a single blue hydrangea from my six bushes this year. What's going on? Sometimes I get so many I can make up a wedding bouquet. And sometimes nada. This year, nada.

August 23, 2016

Watertown, MA. August, 2016

Another look at how August morning sunlight plays against everyday objects and surfaces I tend to take for granted.

August 22, 2016

Watertown, MA. August, 2016

Oh, the weather outside is frightful, etc. So because of the record-breaking heat and humidity, I've been staying indoors the past few days and appreciating how light plays on everyday objects and surfaces. Like the patterned sunlight that traces my etched-glass front door onto this George Nick painting that hangs over my mantel.

August 20, 2016

Tucson. November, 2015

I grew up in a mid-Atlantic Irish-Catholic family where you quickly learned that you were not supposed to talk about your feelings. (You were not supposed to talk about much, actually, unless it was to criticize a neighbor or a relative who had fallen out of favor.) So maybe that's why I'm drawn to warmer climates and warmer ethnicities whose feelings and emotions are right there on the surface...even posted and adorned as is this sad memorial to a young man who'd recently died on this spot.