There was a magical predawn sky. It had a cosmic feel about it. It almost looked like there was a galaxy... Read More

It is October. The landscaper is mowing at the warehouse. It seems like I just smelled the first cut green... Read More

What a crazy couple of weeks. It has cooled off a bit. Four dogs are sleeping nearby. Giles is on the bed... Read More

We are driving in a bus north from Stratford-upon-Avon. We will end up at Wordsmith's long-time home... Read More

Opening image is a tromp l'oeil painting in the Uffizi Gallery in Florence. I've finally recovered from... Read More

In the dark early morning. I slept well. Hard for 7 hours. Maybe close to 8. I got home from the small... Read More