

The first day of spring in Central Park was rather dreary, save for the beautiful peeling bark of its plane trees.

Startled, yes, but I was quiet and the deer did not flee.

She beckoned and I followed, she posed and I shot, and then she disappeared.

Securing a window seat on this flight is a good thing to do. The heavily etched landscape is breath-taking--but how sad that in mid-March, there is so little snow.

The opening of the Umbrella Arts Gallery "Off the Grid" group show takes place this Thursday evening, and I'm pleased that it will feature some of my Biography of Flowers series.


Turks and Caicos water is not always pristine, serene turquoise. It too will some times rock and roll.