One of the great things about living in the Indiana flatlands is the spectacular sunsets over the open fields when the sunbeams pierce through the clouds with rays of glory. I probably have taken hundreds of pictures of them over the years, but it never gets old and it never ceases to cause me to…
In The Struggle
“And then one day the man looked up and half the year was over.“ It’s been an eventful summer. We started off with a drought and no storms at all. Then mid-June came along with high winds and severe storms that resulted in a 41 hour power outage, lots of trees and branches down, and…
Growing Up Rural: Memories of Life on the Crick
Behind our house we had a crick. That’s right, I spelled it the way we said it. It wasn’t creeeek. Ever. Just ask my sister. She’s adamant on this issue. The North Chuctanunda (Mohawk for stony) flowed down from the Adirondacks and wound its way through Galway, Hagaman and finally Amsterdam to the Mohawk River….
Painting Peace
Quiet moments. Those rare parts of the day when things are still; your mind is not racing; no one is around; you just breathe deep and enjoy the solitude. I love these moments. I drove through East Chicago and Gary, Indiana the other day, and when I got into Gary, seeing all the broken, burned-out…