auction 2:00!

 Today is the day when Hannah goes live on Facebook with Wear Your Music's auction of a Paul McCartney guitar string bracelet. Here at two o'clock. If you are not on Facebook, sign up!

In other news, Hannah will be converting her Providence office into a popup shop for her several businesses. Inquire for hours. All welcome.


waves upon waves

Could not resist another picture of the waves in front of the house—breaking right on the dune.
Meanwhile, there is a lot of catchup and roundup.
Jamie lost a new friend and neighbor in France, photographer Louis Stettner. His obit in the NYT.
A rather funny video about Casa de la Noche, the former bordello we stay in when in San Miguel. The video does not do it justice.
My pianist brother Ben debuts a new jazz record made with a principal cellist of the Berlin Symphony. You cane hear portions on Facebook.
The photographer Lynn Johnson has done a podcast about how caring she is on No Filter. I have not listened to it, but you may wish to.
The photographer Donna Ferrato has done a video with Time magazine on the importance of photography. Associated article here.
The Block Island Times has done a story about how the ferry aided in the Hudson River rescue of the downed plane. I believe it played itself in the movie Sully.
An interview in PDN of photographer Mark Peterson, whose instagram pix of the political campaigns I have much admired.
And don't forget Hannah's live Facebook auction of a Paul McCartney guitar string bracelet this Thursday!


this is today

Indian summer arrives. I mean, Native American Summer.
I have been remiss.
Way remiss.
There are reasons, which I will go into, mainly involving travelling and socializing.
So how can I make it up to you?
Shall I start from when I began being remiss and move forward in time?
Or shall I start from today and go backwards in time?
There's a lot I've skipped no matter which way I do it.
But I've got to get back to today so I can get to tomorrow.


happy birthday, ed!

Ed today
 This is my friend Ed, he of the maniacal laugh and blazing blue eyes and mind that runs too fast for his mouth. Happy birthday! Have I told you lately. . .
Ed back in the day


michael the archangel

Today all of San Miguel has a fiesta in honor of its namesake. There are giant creepy puppets and these acrobats who climb a a pole erected in the Jardin and then fly down to the ground. My!



With all of her descendants


women of the hour

Rosio goes shopping on her new moto

Erin guards mom's rest
Today is the big day: Mom turns 90, and all her descendants are descending on her. We (and Rosio) decided it would be best to warn her a week in advance, and mom said, "Thank goodness—I would have had a heart attack!" Still it is a lot of excitement. Hope she gets her siesta this afternoon. Partay begins at 5:00.


the mexico meetup

The first part of the party met up in the Dallas airport at the gate to Queretero. Then we met up with the rest at the airport in Queretero. An hour's ride later, we were in San Miguel de Allende on the almost eve of both my mother's birthday and the San Miguel celebration, held near concurrently. The other two parties will meet us here in the little mountain town considered one of the most beautiful and hospitable in the world.



master of all he surveys

Skibo is the name of  a castle in Scotland that Andrew Carnegie bought and mde into a private golf club. It is also the name of this place that Johnny has bought in Rhode Island. No, we won't tell you where it is. It is a secret spot, surrounded by old growth rhododendrons and mountain laurel, ponds and woods and WASPs. A mile from the beach. If you are interested in renting, give me a holler. 


turning 6

Complete with a great grandmother, three grandmothers and a grandfather, an uncle, parents, brother, cousins and a friends, Camilla celebrated her sixth with butterfly cake, a slackline and pin-the-tail-on- the-rhinoceros


getting off

So John and Pam closed on their new place—a kind of waspy lodge-in-the-woods scene on the mainland with old money credentials. But the day they closed they showed up like Okies (left, waiting for the ferry). Still, their money was accepted and they moved in a lot of stuff. All their friends and relations came to check the place out, and they looked pretty waspy too (below).

Ira, Chris, John, Ned