From the archives: Jerry

This is my father-in-law, Jerry, last year after Christmas. He’s about to move into a retirement community after 50 years in his Walpole, MA house. My daughter and I drove up to say goodbye to the house and visit Jerry and his wife, Nancy, before they moved. This photo was taken in their breezeway which often had fantastic quality of light. I tell my students that ambient lighting is rarely that great, but the breezeway was the exception.

National Gallery of Art

Waiting in line to see the new retrospective of Impressionism at the National Gallery of Art on Saturday. First sunny day in a week. Looked up, and there was this.

Caroline on Homecoming Night

Here’s Caroline about to go to her final homecoming dance.

Emma, 11 years ago today

Going through Ye Old Archives and found this from 13 years ago.

As Seen on A Run

I’ve returned to bringing my camera on runs. This was on a lunch outing in the Glade Woods - a fallen, lichen-covered branch glowing in the dappled light.

A Palm of Chardonnay

These are chardonnay grapes. I asked the vineyard manager if he could be kind enough to put some in his hand, and this is how many he was willing to spare. (Understandably: Anything wasted doesn’t go in the bottle.) He let me taste one. I’ve heard wine grapes don’t taste good when eaten by themselves, but this was delicious. The skin was a little thick, though, compared to supermarket grapes, and I had to spit it out. But the juice? Yum.

From the Archives: No Mood to Party

This is from 10 years ago today. We were in Boston for the 70th birthday of Amy’s dad. Like many New England houses, this one lacked AC. So our lovable lab, Grizzly, took to cooling himself on the stone floor of the breezeway.

Nursery Wall, Purcellville

With apologies to William Carlos Williams:

so much depends

upon

a red wagon

glazed with rain water

beside the cyan

windows