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Treasure trove or junk? Either way, I love a flea market. This one was on Columbus Avenue. .
The Music Man (Or, I’m not a witch, I’m your wife) There they were, laughing, happy, wrapped in a world of their own making. People walked by and hardly noticed how happy they were. What a joy.
New York. One of my favourite places. I didn’t have much time on this trip, but I did spend a morning in Manhattan with the camera. This is the first of a few photo posts. I admit, I wasn’t paying … Continue reading
Oh man. I began this blog with a very optimistic post about potatoes. It was all very meaningful, but after spending a weekend digging in dung and wheeling barrows of soil around the garden, my back is sore. I may … Continue reading
I stopped working in order to have more time to play. To write, take pictures, walk, have a different kind of life. Of course, when you stop working in a structured way you end up working all the time, or … Continue reading