August 30, 2008 - late summer

feeling a little end-of-summer bittersweetness… i love fall, love the late-afternoon golden light, love asters, love apples. but i’m sorry to see summer go. it reminds me of having to say goodbye to the beach when i was a kid.
you know how some feelings are mixed, not all one thing or another? you want things to stay the same, but if they do, you’ll miss the next opportunity. i want to hold on to this beautiful day, but i also want to see the stars tonight. i want summer to stay, but i’m also excited about autumn. “the letters” comes out in the middle of september. i can’t wait to tell you about that.
i’m in a certain kind of mood today. i had an incredibly strange, touching, mystical thing happen over the last few days. trying to make sense of it. the change of seasons always sets me reeling a bit. i know summer officially lasts till late september, but to me, it ends on labor day…
i took the photo at the top of this post driving in maine, and it reminds me of the late-summer skies that have been making me feel so elegaic.
here’s a favorite painting…”a summer night” by winslow homer. may you all have a happy labor day weekend and many more wonderful summers…

December 23, 2007 - tearing down

i wrote a piece about teardowns along the connecticut shoreline that ran in today’s hartford courant…

December 13, 2007 - storm

they said there was going to be a storm, and there is a storm, blowing in from the east, blustery winds and sleet hitting the windows. the cats are sleeping in their hiding places, and i’m practicing guitar. i keep writing songs that no one will ever hear, but it’s fun and i love it.
lately i’ve been reading everything i can about the arctic. i really want to go to greenland. i’m extremely worried about the polar ice cap melting. but my main reason for wanting to go has to do with loving what’s north and remote. my newest song is called “igloo.” as you can tell, i stick with what’s right there.
everyone, i hope you’re having a good thursday. drive safely if you’re in the storm. and even if you’re not…