From Astoria to Amherst

Last August our houseboat broke, along with our wherewithal to cope. So we decided it was time. “Where would you like to live?” I asked Greg the next morning. “New England,” he replied, with nary a doubt.

Because we’ve been traveling to the East Coast for 12 years, mostly to visit his daughter … at some point we grew to love it. So last October we headed east for the month to consider options. I’d like invite you to travel the past 7 months with me – I’ll move along pretty quickly – to get us current with the mise en scene we now inhabit.

The book I was reading at the time, Richard Rohr’s Falling Upward, was just right for the beginning of what was to come, of which I truly had no clear notion. That first day, he was reciting a Gerard Manley Hopkins sonnet I was not familiar with, and so, on a whim, I copied the first line. And off we go!


Bas de Page


The medieval work sneaks in when I’m not looking. Eyes Wide Open says, “Let me play, too!”

We spent a day (of not sketching) at the Antiquarian Book Fair, and I felt so rich from it I bought myself a page of a 13th c. French bible, the filigree of which I’ve been practicing.


And, a sunny Sunday at New York Botanical in the Bronx. On the Bronx River. It was a lovely slow day, the cherry trees in bloom, azaleas in the forest, and the first peony.

Whan That Aprill


Yes we have had April Showers (Chaucer called them the shoures soote or ‘sweet showers’) here in New York. And now the sun is drying everything off. Cherry blossoms drift down like snow. Robins and starlings scrabble for nesting material in the dry grasses left over from winter. I hope spring is springing hope for everyone out there in the northern hemisphere. Go outside! Smell a flower! Listen to a bird! (I’m talking to myself now.) …

(P.S. Greg says I’m crazy for churches. What do you think?)