Things have been a bit, um, lively around here for the last few days, and then the sloooow dialup turned to noooooo dialup. Lots to catch up on, no time to do it. Fortunately, Margie Guyot paints, and today she’s going to paint the fence. While you wait for the slideshow to load, I will […]
One Thursday in May Char Smith brought her class of 4th graders to visit Betty Beeby. She has done this every year for 24 years. This will be the last year, because Char is retiring. Betty says she’s retiring too. I’m not sure whether to believe either of them, but time will tell. For those […]
It is just too darned hot to write a long post. It is too darned hot to read one. I wish you had been there last night. You would have that memory to bring out whenever you really needed it. You know how it is when you’re sitting around with a few friends telling stories, […]
You can't predict what will get an artist going. Most of the year you can count on lots of people driving around this part of the world with their dogs in the truck. It isn't just me. The dogs are riding along with their ears flapping in the breeze, or waiting in the car with the engine running, wishing they could figure out how to put it in gear, or just sitting there watching the passing parade, grinning doggy grins.
This is the North Country and nothing is exactly the way it might be anywhere else. Katherine has been experimenting with scanner image-making, and has sent us her latest still life. I have a feeling she’s onto something here.
Drive out the Flat Road past the stone silo, where traces of the Old Pioneer Road climb the ridge, past the ancient Indian settlement with its burial grounds and food pits and gardens, past the Old Antrim City Cemetery where men who came back from the Civil War lie next to children who died in […]
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