Beyond the Boundaries

Beyond the Boundaries

"But there was something there — a different kind of contemporary realism." Imagine for a moment that you and I are with artist Adriano Manocchia, relaxing on Adirondack chairs under the eave of the porch at his house in Cambridge, New York, a double haul from the...

Nearing the Nimbus

Nearing the Nimbus

She had made it all possible. She was the melody of his song. And ever she watched and waited for him, in a warm, yellow kitchen. It is dark below. Raindrops clamor helplessly at the small window by his shoulder, driven in itinerant streaks across the glass by the...

The Last Bear

The Last Bear

Generally, he would have welcomed the chance to leave the hunter behind and go alone to finish the hunt. It would've been a good way to end his bear-hunting career. But this time, he couldn't. Kernels of snow splashed from the tracks for several feet in every...

I’m Not a Mule

I’m Not a Mule

I’m Not a Mule The other day I was doing something I really like to do — shopping. In fact I was in a store, and with Mike’s help, trying on backpacks so I can be ready for the summer ahead and some backpacking trips. Then I spotted her — a lady who was staring at me....