Early Spring

The sounds and movements of early spring…

Mt. Lebanon Cemetery

A frigid January afternoon in the Mt. Lebanon Cemetery

Dim Light

The hazy glow of pink on the horizon, the dim light streaks through the evening-tinted windows. The cold, white snow reflects the gaze of the rising, old, moon. Warmth, from the fire, cannot touch my pallid skin. I will wait. Eternity is not long at all.

Snow (V)

Author’s note: I know, I write a lot about snow! I don’t know what it is about seeing the snowflakes blow in the winter air that just makes me get all poetic. It just seems so natural, something that nature has done forever, and I’m kind of in awe of it. Same re: rain! Snow […]

Winter Solstice

The shortness of the day The bleak midwinter gray Glints of light fall from the tip of the icicle To the hard earth pooling and collecting, they lay.

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.

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 […]