Erie, PA Wine Festival

A beautiful fall weekend in Erie.

Autumnal Equinox (September)

The cool, morning mists betray the approaching heat of day. The light fades as the dark gains; Time. Cut in half, the cycle goes; inwards, to the darkness. The trees start their show, the flowers begin to close, slowly and wait. The world holds its breath, hushed; anticipates an ending, not quite final.

South Side Cemetery – August 31, 2018

Even though it’s the 2nd week in September, I wanted to relate my experience at the South Side Cemetery on August 31, as the the oppressive end of summer heat belied the fact that Autumn is starting in the mid-Atlantic. I drive by this (and a few other) cemeteries on my way to and from […]

The Hums of August

Slow, droning, chatter. Mixes, stews, Bursts. Hot and full, the heat oppresses. The greenery, shriveled, wait for warm rain. The night brings other sounds; gentle, familiar. The sadness of summer passing; a lament in symphony.

Claddaghduff, Ireland

The next stop on our tour of the west of Ireland took us a bit further north into the Clifden area. It took us about an hour from Galway, and it was well worth the trip. Again we had amazing weather and the sky was clear blue, the air light and breezy. This is in […]

Ohiopyle, PA

In between my Ireland posts, I wanted to sneak in a quick trip I made at the beginning of July to beautiful Ohiopyle, in the Laurel Mountains of Pennsylvania. This is one of my most favorite spots to visit, and I’ve been going there ever since I was a kid. We would camp, ride bike […]

Kylemore Abbey, Connemara, Ireland

One of the sites high on my list of “places to visit” while in the west was the beautiful Kylemore Abbey. If you haven’t heard of it, like myself, you probably have seen a picture of it on any number of obligatory Irish marketing materials. What myself and family members have always referred to sardonically […]

Galway, Ireland (Gaillimhe)

I recently returned to my little part of Pennsylvania from a 2 week excursion abroad. I visited Ireland again, and each time I return to that beautiful country, I vow to come back. My previous visit was all the way back in 2003, as a young, bright-eyed college student, who visited Dublin and Co. Meath […]

Just me

Those small feelings, they surface quietly. Aloneness, but not loneliness. I make my way to the house and sip on some tea. Perhaps play something baroque, just audibly. There’s never anyone else but me. Can anything truly be shared? I walk thru the woods, speak to the plants and trees. This is me. Just me.

Spring

The oak’s bare limbs scatter the early Spring light onto tender greens. The lichen observes the rabbit, and waits. And the trees listen. The last chilly breeze means nothing to the wing of the robin. Poised, she sings.