The ‘Pile in the City.
The ‘pile went into the City last week, during a trip North to see family. In the old time westerns, the so-called “oater” movies, the fellow with the gun next […]
The ‘pile went into the City last week, during a trip North to see family. In the old time westerns, the so-called “oater” movies, the fellow with the gun next […]
A grey, overcast, warm day in late December. A good morning to walk to the Southwest, into the wind, to see what can be seen. One group of seen-things was […]
I stayed up late on Christmas Eve. I didn’t really consider why, but I didn’t want to go to bed until late. Maybe I was waiting for Santa. Midnight came. […]
A paucity of posts does not mean that the camera has not been clicking or that nothing has been happening. The ‘pile presents an octet of seasonal images, and celebrates […]
One of the things I learned unconsciously from my father is that it is a good idea to have art in your bathroom. Thanks to his influence, where ever I […]
As we were leaving snowy Woods Hole on the noon boat yesterday, the ferry had no sooner left the slip than it stopped and returned for a moment, and then […]
Silhouettes. Where does the word come from? From the name of Monsieur Étienne de Silhouette, a French finance minister who in the 1700’s imposed high taxes and austerity on his […]
I’ve come to Black Point Beach again. The day is late, the sun is winter-lingering-low. The December beach is wiped almost bare of tracks. On the upper beach, over time, […]
I had parked in a passageway between buildings at the Falmouth, Massachusetts Mall. When I came back to the car after some shopping errands, a bush caught my eye. The […]
I’ve spent the last few mornings down at Black Point. We’ve been in a period of cloudy, humid, cool weather, with temperatures in the forties. (Five to eight in Celsius) […]