This blog is an archive of random thoughts I’ve had, noteworthy quotes I’ve found, memorable lyrics I’ve heard, and photos and memories that I do not want to forget from over the years.
– george
Winter bonfire.
Ice fishing on a clear winter day.
First snow in New York.
Getting ready to spend a little time sailing on the river in Connecticut.
It feels like fall here in New York, so we’re having a little bonfire.
My favorite place in the whole world: an estuary near our place in Connecticut.
Some crabs we caught and cooked up the other night.
The tide goes out imperceptibly. The boulders show and seem to rise up and the ocean recedes leaving little pools, leaving wet weed and moss and sponge, iridescence and brown and blue and China red. On the bottoms lie the incredible refuse of the sea, shells broken and chipped and bits of skeleton, claws, the whole sea bottom a fantastic cemetery on which the living scamper and scramble.
We found a fairy house while on a walk at a nature preserve nearby. The children were enchanted by it.
Our Father who art in nature, who has given the gift of survival to the coyote, the common brown rat, the English sparrow, the house fly and the moth, must have a great and overwhelming love for no-goods and blots-on-the-town and bums, and Mack and the boys. Virtues and graces and laziness and zest. Our Father who art in nature.
