The Beauty of Imperfection

A little while back I was on a ferry off the coast of Cape Cod. The seas were a bit rough and I was glad not to be upchucking when I caught sight of two men making their way on deck. Like bookends, these two guys had bald heads, madras shirts and sneakers. I noticed one of the men was helping the other; hand on the small of his back, arm resting on his friend’s. The friend had some crutches, and a glimpse at his footwear told me that walking was not easy, and had never been.

Troubled Youngster

At least twice during a few days in September, this juvenile bald eagle was seen loitering on a residential street in Suffield center, a surprising view for early morning walkers or motorists.

Good Harvest This Year

Farmhands load a few more lath on the rack, to be hauled off to be hung. On August 30, the Nowak farm crew had nearly finished cutting the broadleaf on the Mountain Road field west of the Goodyear greenhouses.

Possums, Our North American Marsupials

Around this time of year I can’t help but think of times spent in lecture halls back in those college days. One of my favorite professors was a tall drink of water, had Clark Kent glasses, a bald head and wrote in all capital letters on the board. During the honeymoon period I hung on his every word until half way through the semester when I decided to divert my energy towards enticing my dreamy lab partner into my inner circle. My hook was largely a collection of peasant blouses, hoop earrings, and huarache sandals coupled with a nonchalant attitude about schoolwork. I figured that combination screamed casual sophistication and soon we would be inseparable.