The sad news just came that Grace, the most wonderful chicken in the whole world, passed away today. She lived a good life, free to roam as she pleased, and provided us with many a fine egg while we were in France. I never realized one could become so attached to a chicken, but Grace […]
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Remembering the Ancestors
We leave this afternoon for Glastonbury, where we’ll be attending the Day of the Dead Conference, both to sell our wares and to attend to something I find very important. Or some people, I should say. I was lucky to have a family full of photographers, so when I was growing up I was surrounded […]
Muscle Memory
Some years, at this time of year, I put my head down and try to lose myself in my work. Other years, I pre-emptively take the whole week off, and put do not disturb signs on all of my sites and blogs. This year it’s turning out to be a little of both. On this […]
Under the Bridge
When I was around ten years old, I ran wild. My mother worked the 3–11 shift at the local hospital, she and I lived in this huge, rotting wooden house on a hill. The kind of stories you tell your grandkids — “We were so poor…” — were born there, but I didn’t notice at […]
