“The Sabbath was made for mankind, and not mankind for the Sabbath,” Jesus said. Do I follow that advice? No.
Sometimes it feels like my office is a floating dock in Camden. If you’re looking for me…
Even excellent painters flub the first time they see a boat. There is something about them that defies reality, that forces us to see them as if we were looking down on them.
The forsythia blooming here is not the obedient, tightly pruned shrub of the suburbs, but the wild, sprawling mess of the shrub in its natural state. Along with spring flowers comes the first flush of license plates from away and visitors strolling along Main Street in Camden. I mentioned this to my pal Mary, who […]