
The bark siding really captures my imagination.
You never know what we'll churn up in cleaning a stall

The bark siding really captures my imagination.
Miles between houses in dense forest
Irving
Wood
Lands
Grange halls falling into disuse
November is the month when a lot of amateur writers make a push to start and finish writing a novel. While I applaud the effort, I also question whether we need that many new manuscripts.
Again, definitive figures turn out to be elusive. Still, focusing on the United States, here’s what turns up:
First, at the general store and then the produce market, the dim light the interior required some readjustment for us. We expect electrical illumination, after all. Instead, this was truly natural, apart from a few white-gas lanterns.
What we’re used to is like the sun came indoors, even the first 30-watt bulb in a store.
Or so my brilliant travel companion observed.
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Light brown Amish
sheds, barns, homes
the men with mustaches!
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As we’re backing out of the parking
two Amish kids
stare at me through a window in a door
but don’t respond to my wave:
Did I look like I belonged to another Plain people?
Maybe from somewhere in space?
Even though I was driving a simple white car?

Mottled pink and gilt-edged clouds
new moon
Suppose I lost everything I had packed in a car fire.
My meds and dental retainer likely the biggest loss.
Didn’t bring my laptop, and my cell phone’s in my messenger bag.
Everything else could be readily replaced.
Well, including those. Even the phone numbers I had stored there.
The architect Ludwig Mies van der Rohe is often credited as the origin of the quip, “God is in the details,” but the phrase actually goes back much earlier.
Still, however tedious but essential, details do extend to the minutia of building and sustaining a marriage, a family, and a wider community. You can also apply it to any number of other things, including business, sports, the fine arts, politics.
In researching Quaking Dover, I am left with many gaps in the records of Friends’ godly endeavors. When, for example, did Dover Friends cease to run their own schools?
In addition, in writing a history, the details can drive one mad.
May I suggest the devil’s at work there, too?
Oh, my, so much has happened since the Common Ground Fair at the autumn equinox.
The week that followed, when I was out in the schooner, introduced so much, and two days after I returned, the big renovation project on our house finally began.
Many of those developments will be presented in weekly posts after the New Year. I do need time to digest the implications. Remember, I spent too much of my professional life as a journalist in the immediacy of daily chaos. I do value a longer view.
For now, there are other bits to catch up on as well.
Life is feeling very rich, indeed, if I don’t let it become overwhelming.



At the top of Penobscot Bay, this is the principal welcome to Downeast and Acadia. Or for those of us going the other direction, to the rest of America.
You can even go to the top, the equivalent of 40 floors, for a spectacular panorama.