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The North Shore of Martha’s Vineyard looks northwest to Vineyard Sound. It’s a beautiful shore, with eroding clayey cliffs, which disgorge rocks and boulders onto the shore. Here and there […]
The North Shore of Martha’s Vineyard looks northwest to Vineyard Sound. It’s a beautiful shore, with eroding clayey cliffs, which disgorge rocks and boulders onto the shore. Here and there […]
Thank you for taking notice of this little blog on the “Freshly Pressed” page. I didn’t even know such a page existed until “heads-up” email arrived from WordPress, letting me […]
Be careful. There are gyres out there. I was doing some scullery work in the kitchen, had placed the last of the clean, wet items into the drain rack, when […]
Seen from the water, an old house hides behind a ridge. The chimney has been stuccoed and patched. A center chimney that size will have multiple flues, for multiple fireplaces. […]
Morning. Woods Hole. Seals bask on rock. We are on the ferry. Eight-fifteen, on an almost windless late fall day. Fog lies here and there, moving but slowly, in Woods […]
There’s enough time to go out for about an hour. I head out the door and start walking out the road, not knowing exactly where to go. The sound of […]
Enough people in the arena have put their thumbs up. The ‘pile will continue. With a transfusion of dollars to WordPress, thetompostpile has enough room for the foreseeable future. Two […]
Just before Thanksgiving, the Cape Cod Waldorf School has an annual Christmas Faire. For this event, the Woods Hole Folk Orchestra, with whom I play guitar, every year donates a […]
With increasing insistence, WordPress is sending me notices that my allocation of memory is almost full. For thetompostpile to continue to exist, more memory must be purchased. Should this cheap […]
Last weekend, National Public Radio broadcast an interview with Thich Nhat Hanh. During the program, he spoke of the importance of “now”, of the importance of being present and of how […]