on the road

this morning I came to the conclusion that I really must get out of bed earlier I’ve been missing out on way too much

art work

The artist is a receptacle for emotions that come from all over the place: from the sky, from the earth, from scrap of paper, from a passing shape, from a spider’s web. ~Pablo Picasso

Hop Brook

it looked eerily the same as I remember it back in 2001 the sky was a crystal blue and cloudless the air had a slight feel of fall to it  yesterday I decided to skip my run and take a walk instead along the brook a quiet space a perfect spot to stop and to reflect    just before I turned around to head…

a lost art?

growing up, my friends and I were master tree climbers there wasn’t a tree we couldn’t shimmy up in our neighborhood and we built a tree house in the Willow in my parent’s backyard but my grandmother had the best trees we climbed to pick the freshest fruit on her apple and pear trees and manuevering up to the top of the Butternut was a daily excercise the…