Standing in front of a trough more or less destroys the point of glancing into a mirror.
Over the weekend, I made my first summer pilgrimage to Beachside Gardens.
Church-going doesn’t get the attention it used to, which is a shame because devotion is profoundly satisfying.
At a crematorium, a tribute to one who “never shirked any duty” and was “a fantastic mom.”
From our fourth floor room, we look out on old and new Seattle, with the charming old Smith Tower commanding the center.
Only toward the end of the flight was Earth visible through a layer of damp hazy air.
At the Galien River Overlook in New Buffalo.
A small, skittish bird visits the North Pond.
An acquaintance at church, hearing that I had taken up needlepoint, kindly lent me a needlepoint frame. The frame, though cumbersome, turns the canvas a planar surface, clarifying the design and making it easier to follow. My stitches are more even, now that the fabric I am working over is stiff and stable. Mounted on…
The Wrigley mansion changed hands recently. It had been for sale for a long time. The subsequent appearance of slick signage around the property made me fear that the property had been bought for redevelopment and would soon be cut up inside (as is happening up the street at 2700 North Lakeview, the grand mansion that…