Michael and I rang in the new year in Jackson, Wyoming, a place I’ve wanted to visit for a long time and it was a trip I will never forget. I fell in love with the energy in the town and of course the stunning scenery. I was determined to get some shots of the famous Moulton Barn (3rd photo) at Mormon Row and the fact that it, and the other barns, are the most…
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As a new yoga student, the beauty of living in a large city is the opportunity it provides to explore lots of different kinds of yoga with many teachers at various studios. I attended my first yoga class in Vancouver when I was in my early twenties. It was a slow hatha class, I was the youngest person there and I remember liking it but being a little impatient and wanting more of a challenge.…
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A couple of weeks ago, Michael came home and happily declared, “I bought a boat!” And indeed, I walked outside to find a weathered 14 foot aluminum drift boat behind the garage. “Are you sure it’s gonna float?” I asked, eyeing its most recent registration sticker, marked 1983. We were both in diapers the last time this thing was on the water. “I hope so,” he said, “And if it does, it’ll be the best…
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“A quiet secluded life in the country, with the possibility of being useful to people to whom it is easy to do good, and who are not accustomed to have it done to them; then work which one hopes may be of some use; then rest, nature, books, music, love for one’s neighbor — such is my idea of happiness.” ~ Leo Tolstoy I’ve decided to put down the Iphone and pick up my real…
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I am sitting at the chess table that Michael’s grandfather made, an exquisite piece of woodwork; perfectly square with precise detail, like the card suits embossed into its four corners. It is a thing of beauty. The table sits in the large front window in our living room. We never eat on it because it seems wrong, but we’ve never played chess either. We started a puzzle on it once, which we pecked away at for…
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