the verandah
In Grenada we lived right over Westerhall Bay.
I must have spent thousands of hours sitting out there on the verandah, reading, writing, talking to my mom, playing with my son or just sitting quietly, gazing at the mountains and soaking up the astonishing shades of green. This photo speaks to me… It says peace, home, dazzling sun and clean briny scent of the ocean.
I used to post lots of words and photos about our verandah, but it has been a while now.
I think I couldn’t really bear to go there mentally while it was so cold here.
But now for almost two weeks now I’ve been able to go outside without hardcore North Face / Marmot / CampMor whatever.
(I live right next to the Berkshires in Massachusetts.)
This photo is from March of 2008 so Bean is almost two. He just randomly started flipping his walker over and going after his undercarriage with his baby screwdriver.
It seemed like a big deal at the time but these days I basically expect him to surprise me every day by doing something I never showed him.




