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The terrace, these days.  Here, waiting to be transported to Alice Austen House, the intimate museum, gallery and home on Staten Island of p...

Because sometimes you have to post a picture of your cat. Nkwe Pirelli. Pirellikins, Puss-Puss. Chunkey Monkey. Pudding Cat. Little Shit. Ki...

Outdoors. Why does it all taste better under an open sky? Open sky. Not as open as it once was . But we can pretend. The chimney swifts hunt...

As I arrived home yesterday after a photography expedition (mission: liatris), I saw a butterfly's erratic flight above the tiny patch o...

Red? Scarlet? Rose? Pink?  Today, in the luxury of 78°F air-conditioning (Central Park recorded 100°F, JFK 102, La Guardia 104), I strained ...

Picnic prep in the forage kitchen. Two focaccias (focaccie, I suppose) - mugwort and serviceberry - cooling. Tartlet cases flavored with yel...

This is June. Flowers and shadows. The longest days. Linden flowers for drying, for later teas and toddies. Earlier in the month I included ...