It happened. I’m not proud of it. But I can’t deny it. Don’t judge me, OK?
Modern medical science saved Andrea’s life and put her body back together. But I’m convinced it’s Mary’s art that protects her spirit.
After I dug my motorcycle out of a drift next to the house, I decided to tool around the city and see what could be seen.
It’s a far cry from sitting on a bucket, in the frozen middle of a windswept pond, waiting for a flag to pop up on your trap. It’s kind of luxurious. It’s warm and fun. It’s hardly like ice fishing at all. I’m talking about winter smelt fishing at one of the half-dozen establishments that […]
I’ve had some kind of motorcycle since I was 8 years old. As a kid, my two and three-wheeled contraptions were motorized passports to freedom in the woods. When I got older, my bikes were fast and meant only for eating up pavement. In the past five years, I’ve reverted back to gravel roads and […]
I’m not sure if these are my best pictures from the year that was. That’s for viewers to decide. But, scrolling back through hundreds of images I published in 2016, these are the frames that made me stop for a moment and ponder. I think they’re worth a second look, anyway. For the last couple […]
“I don’t even want to make a guess at how many hours it took,” the director said. “I got lost in the edit. I sometimes sat there for eight hours at a stretch.”
Today, in the overcast light, I noticed the last leaves of the season and met two furry folks. A book shop was remembering Leonard Cohen and I found another post-election heart.
Woody Guthrie, a folk-singing hero of mine who served in the merchant marine during WWII and wrote “This Land is Your Land,” used to sport a sticker on his guitar that read: This machine kills fascists. It was his nod to the power of music and its ability to bring people together in a cause. […]
The nasty nature of the news can’t penetrate our mutual bond of motorcycles, dirt-road adventure and campfire flames.