"Usually in a situation like this, he could pick up a volume of Robert Frost and read aloud to his wife and pleasantly pass away the time. But it was going to take more than poetry to lift him out of this mood. He was annoyed. Not so much by the loss of time the storm had cost him, but by the thought of the interview scheduled for late that afternoon. Probably no celebrity ever dreaded interviews more than Edward Hopper. "
From Corn Hill to Long Hill — November 1, 2022
"Cape Cod is a narrow glacial peninsula, running 40 miles out to sea, its frail and perishable coast of sand cliffs and earth continually crumbled and torn down by the wind and the pounding ocean, but it is anchored to the bottom of the world by rock and a pre-glacial clay foundation that is one of the 'ancient drainage divides of the country.' Over this the glaciers piled hills and dug valleys, spread and raked a top-dressing of sand and debris that in time became the 'fat and lustie' soil that Bradford speaks of. "
Ballston Beach / Bearberry Hill / Corn Hill, Truro, MA — October 31, 2022
"I never saw an autumnal landscape so beautifully painted as this was. It was like the richest rug imaginable spread over an uneven surface; no damask nor velvet, nor Tyrian dye or stuffs, nor the work of any loom, could ever match it. There was the incredibly bright red of the huckleberry, and the reddish brown of the bayberry, mingled with the bright and living green of small pitch pines, and also the duller green of the bayberry, boxberry, and plum; the yellowish green of the shrub oaks, and the various golden and yellow and fawn-colored tints of the birch and maple and aspen, each making its own figure, and, in the midst, the few yellow sandslides on the sides of the hills looked like the white floor seen through rents in the rug." -Henry David Thoreau