66 Square Feet (Plus)

I stopped by the farmers' market this morning to pick up some Shasta daisies to fluff up the garden that was being photographed by the ...

A picnic, last evening, pretty much in the middle of Central Park's Great Lawn. I haven't been there for a long time, and we arrived...

The last of the lilies to bloom - in fact a good three weeks after the Dunyazade, which it resembles in all but size: Black Beauty is small....

I decided to watch My Name is Nobody again. It's weird. Escapism was needed, I love cowboy movies, and the pleasing combination of Teren...

Quite often in our lives words are inadequate. That is when one must resort to firewater and, while it is slicing coldly down one's thr...

On my walk down Union Street, on the distinctive block between Smith and Baltic, where the gardens are in front of the houses, not hidden be...