Behold: Scottsville, VA; Old Woodville at dusk: A hair under 50 degrees---and the birds were every bit as unsettled as the tow-headed toddlers up at the homestead, tossing their wooden blocks and brandishing new teeth at admiring aunts and uncles. ... View Post
[Happy Halloween from Murpho. Who I must give credit to for her compassion, as she asked when she spied this cover, "Isn't it... too soon?"] Currently tucked under a large quantity of down with the windows open, pretending we just naturally got up before noon and the clock isn't enabling us in our ... View Post
...is loud (really loud), windy, black as the inside of your old summer camp trunk, wet, cold, and did I mention loud? I just shuddered after one huge clap of thunder like I haven't heard since the night before our wedding, one year ago here, when all the panes of glass rattled in the windows and my ... View Post
After a beer with our favorite Nantucket photographer, I pulled Carey through the doors of Murray's Liquor Store. There seem to be a lot of wealthy people on this island, so the wine stores tend to be pretty good---even if I can't buy much, it's still fun to browse through the great California ... View Post
[Getting ready for dinner.] [Wearing my most favorite Karen Zambos dress Rob bought me that the ferry bag handlers somehow managed to spear a hole through, on both sides.] ... View Post