Photo by Howie Lisnoff.
The clouds softly caressed the mountainside like fleeting love.
This is the oldest wooden-frame lighthouse left on the Hudson River in Kingston, NY. The Catskills are in the background. Not retouched. Photo by Howie Lisnoff.
My latest article at CounterPunch, June23, 2016.
Jackson Browne played plaintive chords about the open road beneath a pale three-quarter moon rising above the Berkshire Hills at Tanglewood as the Earth turned toward summer and the universe was ablaze with the sounds of creation.
Photo by flyhighhg.com.
Eddie and I drove out of the morning mist of the August Catskills
The Quickway to the turnpike and Long Island
A rainbow swarm of hang gliders filled the robin’s egg cloudless sky
Diving fearlessly among the high peaks
The powerful Buick left behind Swan Lake in its wake
Gliding smoothly toward the great city
The fighter pilot and war resister chatting amicably
As the summer heat grew with the morning.