All That Remains Posted on October 31, 2012 by richholschuh Reply The press of time; small things. At the former railside coal scale house, a Brattleboro riverside ghost.
Sans-Culottes Posted on October 30, 2012 by richholschuh Reply Half-startled, waiting for window dressing. At Sam’s in Brattleboro.
Ajar Posted on October 26, 2012 by richholschuh 2 The warmth of a mild February day seeps into a dark hillside bay.
Shredded Posted on October 24, 2012 by richholschuh Reply Once thoughts put into words, now discarded and disparate: a sneaky map to unmeaning in a narrow alley.
Full Moon Over Allagash Posted on October 23, 2012 by richholschuh Reply Allagash going down, things are looking up Spied at Whetstone Station Restaurant and Brewery.
Outside Looking Out Posted on October 22, 2012 by richholschuh Reply North is south, inside is out; maybe it’s all the same. Alongside Penelope Wurr Glass.
Still Life on Arch Street Posted on October 19, 2012 by richholschuh Reply Last night’s artists have left, their spent inspiration dew-soaked…
Seaweed Salad Posted on October 18, 2012 by richholschuh Reply Under a bright island sky: surf-tossed, dressed with sea salt.
On Sky Street Posted on October 17, 2012 by richholschuh Reply The February sun shows returning strength on a side street facade.
Gone To Ground Posted on October 16, 2012 by richholschuh Reply Languishing in a back garden, eyes blank and staring at a brick-bound sky.