When my grandpa Averill bought property on Wolf Lake in the Irish Hills of Michigan in the early 40s, he picked the choice lot for himself, and then parceled out smaller lots along the lake edge in a little barony he named “Averill’s Basswood Terrace”. (My grandpa liked to see…
I meant to keep a daily journal of the stuff I got done in June, but it got away from me. And I would have…
Happy birthday to meeee I’m a hundred and three I’m off to my hammock in the shade of a tree
I don’t want to go to the studio. It’s not just “meh, don’t feel like it” — it’s more a sense of dread at the…
My kitchen window, over the sink.