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Previously, I suggested that there is something sort of miraculous about a fresh, white blanket of snow.  That got me to  consider another miracle in our midst:  birds. My friend Bob has become an amazing photographer of birds.  His images remind one that, even in urban...

As I've gotten older, my feelings about snow seem to have changed. Yes, as one ages, ice and the threat of falling often are top of mind. But each year I find myself increasingly wonder-struck at the crystalline elegance of snow.My friend the writer Paul...

Another installment in my ongoing fascination with the beavers' handiwork in the Millbrook Preserve.  Last time, the image highlighted the melancholy stillness that pervades these places.  But, as Emerson pointed out, they also sing.  And, if you keep still long enough, you can feel its...

It seems that anybody that does any amount of painting eventually does sunflowers. I guess it’s my turn. They’re irresistible.The first sunflower I ever saw was taller than I was. As I remember, it was in my babci’s (Polish for grandmother) garden. I just couldn’t...

During a recent walk in Minnewaska, we felt the first indications that the seasons were changing. This image attempts to capture that experience. The fact that we never want the dark, cold days to come, and that they always do, is a reminder that this world...