Pumpkins rest on the stone wall today. Other hands built the wall, but I grew the fruit, in a garden plot a hundred feet or so south of the wall. There are less than a dozen of pumpkins; most are small, too small for carving. One small one...
Ashtabula County’s latest barn quilt requires a boat to view it. At 4-by-4 feet, the barn quilt can’t be seen with the naked eye from Lakeshore Park. With a pair of good binoculars, you can just discern the outline of the object on the east side...
If you look closely at the roof and siding boards in the former machine shop, you’ll notice evidence of a prior life: charred sections, soot, nail holes indicative of a violent extraction. And if you walk down the hill from this place...
During a recent trip back to Wilkes-Barre, Pa., Ruth’s hometown, Ruth and I did a senior portrait session with her niece, Alaina. The plan was to shoot some images in downtown Wilkes-Barre in the evening, then go to a park on Sunday morning...
The following line is from a job description: This is a fantastic opportunity for a rock star creative who wants to help … We don’t need another rock star. And I sure don’t want to be one. Frankly, I’m sick of rock stars...
I still use the same ironing board I used from my childhood home. Growing up in a house with 5 brothers I learned to iron shirts at an early age. I was very young when my mother showed me how to use an iron. I remember that I had to stand on a...
They say the stuff of which you are afraid rarely happens. Like being tossed into a pit full of snakes, developing an inoperable tumor that will bring a painful death, or being an empath locked in a room full of narcissists. I always worried that...
It is dusk and haze hangs over the Ohio River as the wide serpent slithers into its den between distant mountains. I have an amazing view of the legend and its urban child, Wheeling, from Section A of Mount Woods Cemetery. The view makes me...
My Mommy told me “Don’t put beans in your ears, beans in your ears.” Remember that song? It comes to mind every time I slip my hearing-aid domes into an ear canal. It feels unnatural. You’re not supposed to put cotton...
Are you lonely? Does your cell phone never ring? Do you have an afternoon to waste? Go to a website where you inquire about health insurance plans for individuals. Such was my Monday afternoon as I launched my search in the land of Obamacare...
I am probably as addicted to reading camera and lens reviews as any photographer or “gear head.” Often, as I droll over the latest DSLR body or lens that I can’t afford, I have to remind myself that I don’t have time to use to their full...
For the artist, the road to perfection is littered with tests, failures and near-perfect pieces that admiring eyes never see. Had you been in the Geneva workshop of woodturning artist Ron Tomasch the evening of February 7, you would have seen in...
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