Girl Riding a Horse in a Field of Sunflowers
By David Allen Evans Sitting perfectly upright, contented and pensive, she holds in one hand, loosely, the reins of summer: the green of trees and bushes; the blue of lake water; the red of her jacket and open collar; the brown of her pinned-up hair, and her horse, deep in the yellow of sunflowers. When she stops to rest, summer rests. When she decides to leave, there goes summer ...
Morning Glory Diptych
Outside Inside In the Waterlily House at Kew.
Us vs. Them in Columbia County
I do not usually agree with most of what Sam Pratt says on his eponymous blog, but this post he wrote in response to a particularly tone deaf article on the “fight” between “Weekenders” and “Locals” in the Berkshires is 100% right on. Either/Or-ism vs. The Second Home Economy (I fixed their lack of proper headline capitalization)
New York and the Planes →
I remember stumbling upon this passage from E.B. White’s “Here Is New York” shortly after 9/11 and wondering why it didnt’t hold more resonance in the face of what had happened. White’s essay is so long and the first stanza so compelling that I think a lot of people just stop there. They should read on. It is still a profound and resonant work.
Pronouncing the Unpronounceable →
I never would have guessed that Goethals should be pronounced as if an owl were saying it “hooot-huls.” Love it!