Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

heard a few wood frogs yesterday!

and said hello to a bug

Mornin' Doreen, Howdy, Jack! cold & gray up here in New England but only outside - warm & sunny in here doin' ok at 76 full belly, hot coffee on tap exploring some new music I just "discovered" (Kaija Saariaho, Finnish avant-garde composer) good stuff done with my taxes, just gotta file 'em :-( bump...

beautiful

forty here, snow in the mountains

wednesday, the lake still frozen over

ice-out can't come too soon...

Cold fall day. So did we.

what harm could it possibly do?

I'll get to it someday - really

I like this one a lot -- nicely framed, & it looks like much of the waterfronts around here - the reeds, the brush - so typical of riverbanks & lake shores I've haunted...

If anything, age seems to have allowed me to experience these things as they are, for themselves, and not as personal victories. It's taken ego out of the payback, replaced it with a sense of belonging. That perspective seems to make the End a little less scary, a little more - natural. I've also go...

some days are just like this

yeah, finding that cliff again was kind of a "last hurrah" moment. I've been aware more than ever of my mortality lately - Jesus, I'm closer to 80 than I am to 70. Some of my old journals date back to my laser lab days, sprinkled with casual references to single-harmonic generators, scanning galvos,...

is that you in the photo?

1thanks - the euphoria of finding & standing at that place again lasted the rest of the day. Hope you get to reunite with the Gunpowder once this winter finally quits. (I can hear the Millers calling....)

many years ago still at the cusp of "middle age" I followed a compass course to a spot I'd seen on a map - a local topographic curiosity well-known hereabouts only to moose and bear - and I've thought of that place often... so yesterday I returned an unplanned excursion this time steering by the sun...

I walk to lose myself if only for a while... to step back from the glitter - the flashing lights, the fanfares, the self-promotion of those telling us what to feel and what to believe posturing like so many children playing Pretend: I'm a fireman! I'm a teacher! I'm a rock star! an influencer! a big...