woodland

A PEOPLIZED WORLD

Once upon a time — not all that long ago — most of North American was “open” space. There was room for predators. Room for herds of antelope, bison, deer and elk. Wild goats lived in the mountains with mountain… Read More ›

RIVER RUNS

It’s a pretty river. Small compared to the Blackstone — which itself is not a giant. But this is an elegant little river, curving prettily through woods and miniature beaches where people picnic, fish, and sometimes bathe. Not this day,… Read More ›

LIFE IN THE SLOW LANE

A few days ago, I took some selfies to illustrate how to make an older person look good in a portrait. I’m not sure if the pictures qualify as real selfies since I didn’t hold the camera backwards and shoot towards myself. Instead, I used a… Read More ›

A SUMMER MORNING

Morning. Although I want to sleep late, I almost never do. On summer mornings, I drink my coffee and watch the early sun filter through my woods. Each day, the world is made anew. Cat Stevens’ rendition of this traditional… Read More ›

THE FOREST FLOOR

The ground under your feet in a woods is full of interesting colors and textures … and sometimes creatures. Although I glance down, usually to avoid tripping over something, I forget to really look — with a photographer’s eye. This is… Read More ›

CHOICE

Two paths before you, one paved and smooth, the destination known. The other is rough, the destination unclear. You stand, you look, you ponder. Then … you  must choose. Which of the two paths will take you where you want… Read More ›