Album Covers through the Decades

Posted May 29, 2025

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I see my life flipping back through the album bin. Where did I really start? Probably when my parents met, when for a fleeting second they played with cousins and friends on a beach that eventually became home to all of us once we too arrived on the scene. But back then it was just theirs to run on. So perhaps, this album would be called “Run On Babe.” Their’s was an epic run as was most pictured here along side the colored cabanas resting on that rocky Long Island northern shore. Perhaps you can hear strands of Sinatra and Fitzgerald crooning while surrounded by a big band filling the sultry heat of a beachy summer night?

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Desert Gaze

Posted May 22, 2025

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Recently we spent an afternoon in Joshua Tree National Park as a reconnaissance for a longer road trip we hope to do next Fall, and wow, the whole experience was just hours of WOW. Not as hot as we expected and far more beautiful. We discovered a variety of vegetation and land forms under a blue blue sky and a sandy vast earth below. Needless to say, we were quite taken by all of the park. This post is only a first impression, laced with some factual information. The desert gaze is everything fabulous, so yes, please, come wander along with me.

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Wandering

Posted May 15, 2025

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Like most, I am enriched by words. Writing them, reading them, listening to and endlessly speaking them. Words arrive as gifts, born out of my imagination or within the printed material piled up throughout our home. In Kerri Andrews’ book, Wanderers, she wrote, “On foot, Woolf walks out into the fields and into her mind.” The two activities, walking and writing, mesh for me as well. Virginia Woolf cements the idea in her May 11, 1920 diary entry, “Directly one gets to work one is like a person walking, who has seen the country stretching out before.” On my daily wandering, I think endlessly about the characters dancing about in my head, as vividly as I sort out real-life dilemmas that need the same attention to pacing. Walking connects us to all that swirls about before pen hits paper or brush slides over canvas or spice gets sprinkled into the dish. Walking journeys us along the path inside and out. Books do too.