The seagull played with waves, foam and seaweed, then flew off to be someone else’s metaphor. I took this picture.
The edge of a cranberry bog surrounding the bike path. The colors were luscious. Pete took this picture.
About the French I Took
Author Archives: Tata
For Men the Sea Has Found
Pete and I took the ferry to Martha’s Vineyard, where we walked, ate appetizers, walked, ate more appetizers and sailed in dense fog. It was crazy cool. Why did we never beer-stumble and oyster-slurp around Vineyard Haven before?
A Lot Of Mighty Men A Lot Of Mighty Might
The salty, slightly brackish fragrance of the salt marsh is a reason to live.
Let the Music Move Me Around
These things are all over the place on Route 95 in New England and out on Cape Cod. Also: we are in Cape Cod and the catsitter should be facing a somewhat hostile audience just about…now.
She Used To Be Mine
Slaw.
Thoughts And Dreams Are Scattered
Drusy bathes in the middle of my art supply blizzard whileTopaz supervises from a discreet distance.
I Used To Think That the Day
Anemone coronaria, the one you find as cut flowers in a florist shop. Photographed at Longwood Gardens by Bob Hosh.
Solar trees now collect energy in parking lots near us, but these ideas from Manilla are practical and glamorous.
A Fuck About Anybody Else
Better Run Better Run Outrun
Color me impressed: I thought this bastard had finished off my parsley a week ago.
Scavenger Hunt Or Queen
Confidentially, my favorite meals begin with a murder, preferably one I commit myself.
Poor Impulse Control 