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If we were to all jump into the way back machine (something akin to a time machine) and turn the little knurled knob to October of 2010 and push the little pear-shaped lavender button beside the cup holder containing the silver caraffe of decaf espresso, we would, with luck, end up in the...

Chimney with white dots Mar22

Chimney with white d...

It’s Tuesday, nearly six in the evening and winter in Maine. March has treaded muddily through half its days but this evening seems more akin to late January or February. It’s snowing. Large, delightfully unperfect crystals of silver-white settle through the surprisingly warm air....

Tree circles in snow Mar20

Tree circles in snow

It’s late afternoon in Maine; late winter. The overcast sky lends a silver-grey patina to everything beneath it. Across the street is a stand of trees hanging about, rustling amongst themselves, as trees are want to do on a snow day. At the base of each tree, a circle of snow...

Little blue jar via SX-70 Mar19

Little blue jar via ...

There is a little blue jar that sits atop the window sill above my kitchen sink. It’s been there for; well, for as long as I can remember. I’m not even certain of how it arrived or who may have brought, or even left it. It’s filled with small, smooth rocks, though I...

2013 Workshops

The new year has begun with aplomb, or at least with a small pile of snow and a modicum of good cheer here in the wilds of Maine. This, of course, means it’s time to organize my workshop schedule for the Spring. I am excited about returning to Maine Media Workshops once again to lead...