After  much internal debate, I’ve decided to use this Web site to chronicle another passion of mine. At first I thought I’d keep this a place for my artistic expressions and once-in-a-while personal rants. But wine is personal to me, so its time I start adding my reviews here.
I’m a wine geek. It’s something that happened almost a decade ago, when after I just graduated college I decided to take a job in a wine shop, something simple that would give me plenty of time for writing. Before that, the …

So on a recent trip to Vermont I actually found a way to entertain myself at a local antique shop. Usually, when I’m dragged to these types of shops, I wander around, staring at the ceiling, hoping my wife or family doesn’t take too long. I just don’t have the antique bug. I take nothing away from people who love antiquing, but it bores the hell out of me.
So at this recent visit I started checking out the various plastic dolls and statuettes, specifically their faces. And the more I …

So here it is, my first batch of taken with my new Nikon D5000 DSLR digital camera. I’m still learning how to use it, specifically how to tweak ISO, shutter speed and aperture to make photos better. It’s still over my head, but luckily I’ve been visiting Digital Photography School for tips, a great website for novice photographers such as myself.
For this first group I decide to take more photographs of the snowy winter scenery on my property. I experimented with landscapes from afar in addition to a few up-close …

The past few weeks I’ve shared some music, some photos and some best wishes. So it’s time to get back to writing.
For this next short piece in my growing collection of pieces inspired by Harvard sentences, I decided to alter the mind with a little jazz. I was more experimental with the prose here, almost musical, to better create the atmosphere. And, for the most part, it’s one long sentence.
Enough said. Enjoy.
A pot of tea helps to pass the evening
Charlie Parker never had a gig like this.
I imagined he did, …

Who said program music is rightfully dead? In fact, I love it when music evokes a scene, mirroring some living phenomenon. It already mirrors, amplifies and often juxtaposes our emotional and spiritual experiences.
In the case of my next piano meditation, the idea was simple: a storm.
In order to create the effect I played a series of arpeggios, often faster than my fingers could move, causing a few muffed notes and blurred passages that I felt the captured unevenness of a whirling rainstorm. At one point, I break the rhythm altogether, …