Thank you!

A big “thank you” to everyone who came to the opening reception for “The lawn was like a hay field” this past Saturday; we had an amazing turnout! And even if you were not able to make it, thanks so much for your support! Thanks especially to Amy for always being there for me, even when it came to organizing and serving all of the refreshments; to Emily Belz for her guidance and inspiration on this project and the show; and to Kevin Harkins for his support, friendship, and indispensable help in hanging the show, as well as being there to take reception pictures without being asked! Finally, thanks to the Arts League of Lowell and all of the gallery sitters for welcoming my show to the Greenwald Gallery. And finally, thank you to everyone who purchased my book before, during, or after the reception, especially if I was not able to speak to you personally to thank you. I like to think that the show complements the book, and vice versa.


I finally got around to making some installation photos, below. Following those are a few of Kevin Harkins shots from the opening reception.

The show will be on display until May 19th, so there is plenty of time to see it, Wednesdays through Sundays, from noon to 4 p.m.

Thank you again for these event photos Kevin!

Harkins Photography

Harkins Photography

Harkins Photography


Stay in the Wagon

My older brother is an Eagle Scout. I think he really enjoyed being a Boy Scout. His younger brother did not, which I think disappointed my parents. The adult leaders in the troop who knew my brother seemed surprised that I wasn't like my brother. Before I was a Boy Scout though, my brother and I embarked on an adventure that lives on in our family lore to this day.

I don't know how old I was the day that he and I set out on a hike into the woods, but I was young enough that he was pulling me behind him in a red wagon. In those days, if you were to cross the road in front of our house and start walking into the brush, it would have been a straight 2-mile shot through the woods to where our grandparents lived. I'm not sure what his intent was, but after a while, I felt like we were lost. I think he would say that we were simply late in arriving, but I'm not sure we were even expected at our grandparents. And for a while on that hike, he was pulling me and the wagon through some fairly deep, muddy water, admonishing me to "stay in the wagon!".

Our front yard in the 1970s

I don't know how old I was, and it's quite likely that my memories of that adventure contain more than a few embellishments. I do know that our absence was noticed, causing quite a bit of concern on both sides of that wilderness. Maybe panic is a better word. We eventually popped out of the woods on the other side, only a few yards from our grandparents' house, who by this time were waiting anxiously. The ride home was probably pretty uncomfortable for one of us.