Watertown, MA. August, 2016

I've been very good lately, sticking to my no-flour/no-sugar eating plan. But sometimes you just want pizza. And when that craving appears, there is no stopping it. Well, there is a way to stop it: Make a pizza. Here's the onion pizza I made to stop the craving. And my bow toward respecting the diet? I only made one instead of my customary two. And said, "What a good boy am I."

Watertown, MA. August, 2016

Last spring, I planted a number of summer-blooming bulbs and tubers. Recently, when some of them seemed like duds, I threw away all the packaging that identified the plants by name. Of course, the very next week these colorful shoots emerged in all of the places I'd planted them. And, also of course, I have no record of what they're called. Late bloomers. Literally.

Gloucester, MA. August, 2016

August.

Bay Ridge, Brooklyn. July, 2016

What else would you expect a pastry chef to have hanging over his desk? Seen here, my friend Nick's daily occupational challenge just above his computer.

Peabody, MA. August, 2016

What is summer without a cookout? And no one throws a better (or more anticipated) one than our friends Felix and Pablo. First of all, it's bilingual and Dr. B and I can drift in and out of the Spanish conversation if we dare. Second, seen here, Pablo's rich assortment of grilled meats, rivaled only by his signature rice and gandules (pigeon peas), a container of which he generously sends home with us. Muchas gracias, amigos..

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.

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.