And then some…

At first I thought the birds had simply found a pleasant, albeit ironic, perch. A metal sculpture of a great bird, a raven or a large crow, perhaps, secured to a black pole and grounded in a garden. I was looking for birds, camera in hand, eyes scanning the winter landscape, where leaves do not … Continue reading And then some…

Exercising my writing muscles

“Can you recommend some books on writing,” a colleague and friend who is in the happy circumstance of being on sabbatical asked me recently. Unleashed from the demands of work and free to roam where he chooses, my friend, an artist, wants to exercise his writing muscles. Reading about writing is one way to do … Continue reading Exercising my writing muscles

A tablet crowds out the books in my life

I’ve been moving a stack of books around my bedroom for months now. I dust them off periodically, wonder when I’ll get to reading them and, then, feeling guilty, look the other way. I moved the stack recently from the bedside table closest to the side of the bed where I sleep, to the one … Continue reading A tablet crowds out the books in my life