There are colors here. All sorts of colors. This morning the line on the horizon reminded me of the hot coils of an old toaster. Last week the sun came out of the water like a giant honey dip donut, dripping melted sugar into the flattest, calmest blue – the blue of the perfect blue…

Since the last post from here on the Point my mom passed away. She had struggled to get back to herself after a heart surgery last May and died during a hospital stay where the doctors were trying to come up with a reason for her prolonged weakness. We had a service for her yesterday…

I love the ink.   Emily Sweeney of the Boston Globe had an article out on March 19th in the Globe South section of the paper about us moving in here and about the history of the Light.  She included a tremendous video of a quick tour I gave.  I was somewhat concerned about that…

Monday February 16. The morning was as gray as Bill Belichek\’s hoodie at 6:15 as I stood at the kitchen sink muttering that waking up in this cottage was nothing short of a miracle. The gray was then broken up by spokes of coral colored light, lightning flashes of sun breaking through the bar of…

Robinson Crusoe. The Swiss Family Robinson. Moby Dick. The Pilot Ship Columbia. The Etrusco. Not Fade Away. I bet your wondering what these have to do with each other. 50 years ago a plane crashed in an Iowa cornfield killing three popular musicians of the time. Captured in Don McLean\’s American Pie as \”the day…

Here we go. Old Scituate Light stands at the mouth of Scituate Harbor and has since the fall of 1811.  The Keeper\’s cottage is an attached dwelling and in February of 2009 my wife, my daughter, and I will become the latest stewards of this property.  We feel extraordinarily lucky to have this opportunity.  …