i'm the only one in the house who eats black jellybeans

 i had to be careful while knitting this little egg

not to get sticky stainy goo on it.

for those who observe this holiday, wishing you a beautiful day.

this one's for virginia

here's the little orphaline i mentioned. see, it's the same color scheme as the yogurt lab.
i've been away from my computer for the past couple of days.
back now, but away again at the end of the week.

where do you keep liquid sunshine?

 these drums are designed for bulk maple syrup storage

marching through the days

on a sugaring calendar.

we humans are tireless makers of things,

incurable problem solvers,

ingenious creators.

portrait of a vermonter

there is a certain beauty in men who work with wood

maple sugar as science

sugaring has traditionally been an art

but at sidelands sugarbush it has become a science.

this is the vacuum pump house at this high-tech sugaring operation in westminster, vermont

dan crocker, farmer/engineer, is passionate about his sugarmaking

on western avenue

a leaning, late-season snow man.

the finished doll

remember the project i posted earlier this week?

here she is, all done.

i wonder if the sunlight falling on her that day when she was simply pieces 

has been knitted into her spirit.

oh what a beautiful morning

i strode out into the snow studded morning and filled an entire memory card.

perhaps spring suffered a wee setback

but this young girl took the opportunity during yesterday's snowstorm to make a new friend.

we humans are such fools

to think winter might be losing its grip.

this morning the snow falls with cold determination

and spring has turned her back on us 

 resuming her long sleep.

knitting project

bathed in sunlight

karrin allyson concert at the vermont jazz center

she never stopped moving...

of course everyone in the packed house swayed right along with her.

like a troop of dancers

bare branches piroutte in the march dusk

sugarhouse at the sargent farm

maple steam boiling out of the roof vents.

the evaporator is a hungry beast.

it eats wood continuously, its mouth glows red hot.

feed me, it demands.

this is the evaporator's pantry.

sugaring season in vermont

sweet clouds of maple vapor,

you need only lick your lips to taste it.

aloha, dear sandie...

welcome home!

somewhere in massachusetts

peter pan is a bus line,bob, like greyhound or trailways.

shadows were permitted in the bus, malyss, and they played actively through the entire ride.

no, tink was not driving, birdman.

it was late morning when i shot these, lowell.

slim, i don't think that was the train station...it certainly wasn't the bus station.
(after the very helpful comments from Kenneth Peterson it is confirmed that yesterday's shot is indeed a train station)

worcester massachusetts

as seen from the window of a peter pan bus

sun...it's been awhile since you blessed us with your shining countenance,

but today you've returned and we'll be out in droves to greet you with our faces uplifted 

and our spirits cheering.

the old girl has applied fresh powder to her nose

and slipped her fine lace shawl over her shoulders

for my dear friend, marie la tortue...

meet svarog, my daughter's painted turtle.

svarog begs by tapping on the glass whenever my daughter opens her refrigerator.

home building

in new england

the last time you saw this hand it was playing a flute.

this time it is eating lobster.

theme day--cafe chairs

come sip a cup of custom-blended tea 

and savor a delicate pastry

at the twilight tea lounge and cafe.

the seating is a comfy-cozy hodgepodge of sofas, chairs, and stools.

happy march, everyone.

i'm on the road for a few days and may not be able to post.

take care.