Grabbed a bench after a five-hour hike in the Catskills . . . and pointed up. A beautiful day, inspiring and revitalizing.
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If someone points a camera at me, I will reflexively point at something else.
Every time.
Don’t worry, it’s not loaded.
Here I am celebrating a “masked” outdoor children’s book festival in Chappaqua, NY. Despite the safety precautions — or more correctly, because of the safety precautions — it felt like a victory for community, for literacy, for normalcy.
Nice to spend the day surrounded by book people.
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Lisa took a photo of me playing cards. It’s become a regular thing in our home, the four of us frequently convene after dinner for highly competitive games of “Oh, Hell!”
I took Lisa’s original color photo and fooled around with simple iPhone edit features, then cropped it a couple of times, to come up with this angsty sequence. Mostly this post is because I wanted a way to see them together, like rolling film.
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This is our rescue dog, Echo. He’s about 15 months old, part Border Collie, and we’re crazy about him. Very smart and energetic and fast. I work at home in relative solitude. Together Echo and I usually go on two long walks in the woods, or near the river, and wherever there’s open space. He’s great off-leash and comes running whenever he’s called. Love him. Anyway, this is a recent (unsmiling) photo of me, a few days before my 59th birthday. Still feel alert and creative and strong. Not dead yet! Many more books to come — so long as there are readers. Thanks for stopping by.
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