Here

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I live here now, the place Edward Hopper grew up and painted in his realism. On the Friends of the Nyacks walking tour yesterday, we caught sight of it, the slight shift between the real thing and the painting—inspiration’s mark. It’s not in the photo, you’ll have to imagine in the white sails…

Light

Sometimes watching the dark and the great burning sky every day are all the poetry I’d ever want. My children are off to school this week after a long, sweet summer. This photograph is at the beach in St. Joseph, Michigan.