… When I was in my early twenties, I took a tent and camped out for a month along Walnut Run, a swift waterfall-filled stream, that splashes down the South Mountain where I grew up in Pennsylvania. I wanted to … Continue reading

… When I was in my early twenties, I took a tent and camped out for a month along Walnut Run, a swift waterfall-filled stream, that splashes down the South Mountain where I grew up in Pennsylvania. I wanted to … Continue reading
When I was a chef years ago, a Pakistani dishwasher told me I was the only nice Christian he’d ever met and when I died Allah was going to send me to the nicest part of hell, which is where … Continue reading
… Afternoon Wind by Charles Burchfield (1951). … … Fireflies Like smoldering tips of sticks or coals they glow in the grass. Light over all begins to go. Night like a swooping bat comes down the clouds and the white … Continue reading
… Portraits from the English Garden by Akram who decided to join Tom, Martin and me for our Friday walk across Central Park. … … … … … … … … … … … … …