Quiet drifts over the bandstand at Fuller Park, its glory days of one-hundred-twenty years ago long echoed away…
The leader of the band is tired
And his eyes are growing old
But his blood runs through my instrument
And his song is in my soul.
From Dan Fogelberg’s The Innocent Age 1981
Turning the corner at the pop-up gallery Cynthia-Reeves at 47 Flat Street in Brattleboro, during the December showing of the town’s always-eventful Gallery Walk.
The Retreat Meadows at the mouth of the West River fade into white under dusky December skies.
Looking for beauty in the prosaic: twilight falls in a December thaw.
The west approach to the East Deerfield Railroad Yard, East Deerfield, Massachusetts.
Sitting on a bench by a parking lot, streetlit from different angles.
A jungle captive climbs toward the glass of the Palm House at the Smith College Arboretum in Northampton, a favorite retreat for the winter-weary.
After a portrait drawing session at the River Gallery School; different realizations, different evocations.
Brushes wait on the windowsill overlooking the Whetstone Brook, between students at the River Gallery School of Art.