On a whim the other day, I headed down to Stockbridge to visit the Ice Glen, which I hadn’t seen in decades. But I missed the turn and wound up near Laura’s Tower, instead. Therefore, the following album displays what you may see by taking the road (path) not intended!
Poems
Order should be imposed on my poems, but isn't likely to be until I turn to carpentry, or painting, to carry me through the day. The display here is latest first.










