HummersI like to think that I am a skilled hunter. With my Nikon and a tripod and lots of patience, I sit on my open porch facing the jewel weeds…Sep 14Sep 14
The Fifth SeasonMy first brush with the fifth season took place when I was four or five years old and on the cusp of learning to distinguish dreams from…Apr 28, 2023Apr 28, 2023
Coming HomeNow Hector could see that pastel tinge in the hills, more than a few maples glowing with their swelling red buds, willows along the streams…Feb 15, 2023Feb 15, 2023
A Meeting with the SheriffYesterday, driving home from Cape Cod, I ran into a construction site, one that was swarming with state police and assistant Sheriffs. I…Oct 2, 2022Oct 2, 2022
“Stop That Metaphor”was a feature The New Yorker invented. It consisted of an excerpt from one source or another in which a flock of metaphors were running…Feb 13, 2019Feb 13, 2019
The True Discovery of AmericaNo one really discovered America. It was the other way around. What America really discovered was the rich potential latent in the…Feb 6, 2019Feb 6, 2019
