River Road

It’s a cold day for driving. River Road winds along the Ohio on the Indiana side, through New Albany and on to the Horseshoe Casino, the power plant, the little ranch houses on stilts. The river looks cold and soft, smooth, slow, reluctantly reflecting light. At dusk, the winter world is mesmerizing.   (Prints of…

Street Walk

“We’re going for a walk,” I call to John as I clip Hector to the leash. Hector is the new dog. He’s figuring the street out—analyzing smells at posts, cocking his head at distant barks, growling at squirrels and rabbits he can’t chase. My street is wide with no sidewalks, few cars. The curve past…

The Aegean at Nafplio, Greece

The walk to the public beach is up a good hill past a little market and a café, the steps to Palamidi fortress on the left. I round the top and the music drifts up with the first sight of the sea, a fast dance beat and a blue embrace. Light rain as I jog…

la petite forêt

I had missed the dogs all day, so we ran across the field together as fast as we could. “Hector!” I called as he chased a squirrel into the trees, the two of them hiding in the light. I ran after him happily, losing myself in pursuit. Sometimes the light at the horizon is so white…