We visit an historic house, one of many in the Hudson Valley. Along the drive leading up to the mansion is an avenue of black locust. The s...

. A chill in the air, a slowing down, the gradual browning of the earth, but first, there is a party, a celebration, a carnival, complete wi...

. No way to escape the incessant whining. That slow moan building to a crescendo then fading only to start anew. The seven year cicada. Or i...

. An old colonial house. Ours. Cleaned, painted, polished, scrubbed and repaired. An object on display, a star on stage, ready for the publi...

. Low tide. Waves rippling on the edges of the now exposed beach. Rocks emerge to their full height and depth. Deep black where tidal pools ...

The Christmas holidays packed up and stored in the garage and on film. Pine needles swept away; leftovers eaten. Time again to ramble throug...

An early spring day extending its promises. We drive along a twisting road through a nature preserve and park by a small pond. Not much gree...