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“…I will wait for you, do you understand? No matter how long. I will watch from beyond to make sure you live every year you have to its fullest, and then we’ll have so much to talk about when I see you again… ” ― Jeaniene Frost



“Look at every path closely and deliberately, then ask … this crucial question: Does this path have a heart? If it does, then the path is good. If it doesn’t, it is of no use.” – Carlos Castaneda

























Rte 7 Pownal

Ice Cream Solves Everything…


On Gathering Information

Give the people contests they win by remembering the words to more popular songs or the names of state capitals or how much corn Iowa grew last year. Cram them full of noncombustible data, chock them so damned full of ‘facts’ they feel stuffed, but absolutely ‘brilliant’ with information. Then they’ll feel they’re thinking, they’ll get a sense of motion without moving. And they’ll be happy, because facts of that sort don’t change.” ― Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451


Bode Speaks

“Here’s why I will be a good person. Because I listen. I cannot speak, so I listen very well. I never interrupt, I never change the course of the conversation with a comment of my own. People, if you pay attention to them, change the direction of one another’s conversations constantly. It’s like having a passenger in your car who suddenly grabs the steering wheel and turns you down a side street. Learn to listen! I beg of you. Pretend you are a dog like me and listen to other people rather than steal their stories.” ––Garth Stein, Racing in the Rain: My Life as a Dog


The Fabric of Dreams

Our revels now are ended. These our actors, as I foretold you, were all spirits, and are melted into air, into thin air: And like the baseless fabric of this vision, the cloud-capp’d tow’rs, the gorgeous palaces, the solemn temples, the great globe itself, yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, and, like this insubstantial pageant faded, leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff as dreams are made on; and our little life Is rounded with a sleep. –– William Shakespeare • The Tempest Act 4, scene 1, 148–158


Annual Inspection

This is the first in a line of 277 cars. Thank goodness there are three guys on the job. Hey, this is Vermont! • Bennington, VT • March 16, 2016


One Morning

It was raining lightly when I woke early one morning. The color of the lichen on these trees popped in the watery glaze of such a fine mist. I grabbed my camera and went out to the edge of the field, raised the lens, carefully framed the shot, and the battery died. I won’t repeat the scolding I gave myself but it took some effort to go back inside, replace the battery, and return; this time properly dressed with a coat, and hat. Exeter, RI • March 15, 2016



Falling through the treetops,
Puddles in the sand,
Coming through the window,
It glistens on my hand.


On Seeing Clearly

We never see a tree, we see the tree through the image that we have of it, the concept of that tree; but the concept, the knowledge, the experience, is entirely different from the actual tree. Here one is surrounded by a great many trees, fortunately, and if you look around you, as the speaker is going on with the subject of seeing, if you actually look at it, you will find how extraordinary difficult it is to see it all, so that no image, no screen, comes between the seeing and the actual fact. —J. Krishnamurti


That Which Binds Us

I stand among you as one who offers a small message of hope, that first, there are always people who dare to seek on the margin of society, who are not dependent on social acceptance, not dependent on social routine, and prefer a kind of free-floating existence under a state of risk. –Thomas Merton


Presidential Politics

Only eight months to the November election • Londonderry, VT • March 8, 2016


East Poultney Green

Before taking a shot Higgins says he reads the table. He registers the layout, observes the opponents frame of mind, weighs the score, predicts the strategies, recalls errors, calculates the risks —probably loosen his collar if he wasn’t such a smart dresser, and only then takes the shot. –Hurricane Higgins • Snooker Champion* • Poultney, VT • March 6, 2016


*The Art of Looking Sideways, James Fletcher p.425

White Creek Barn on Rte 313

It is only with the heart that one can see rightly. What is essential is invisible to the eye. –Antoine de Saint Exupery • Rte 313 West • White Creek, NY • March 8, 2016


Man Reading a Newspaper

“Words are pegs to hang ideas on.” – Henry Ward Beecher • Manchester, VT • February 2016


Albany Airport

albany_2016_001At the airport in Albany, NY this morning, Betty greeted us at checkin and asked that passports and boarding passes be out and ready for security. We marveled at all the decorations on her jacket lapel and asked what they were for. Many years of service, she said. We chit chatted for a few minutes telling her where we were from and how much we enjoyed flying from Albany. Betty beamed. She told us how nice that was to hear especially since many people people found plenty to complain about and were not often pleasant in their displeasure. Of course, she said, it’s understandable since we’re not a very big or important airport. Around here we call it Smallbany Airport, she said.

Beech Leaves

manchester-2016_024Beach Leaves from last year cling to branches holding a place for new growth to come. Manchester, VT • February 25, 2016 • photo: ©John Sutton 2016

The Battenkill River

arlington_2016_007A warm late afternoon in February standing on the bridge at Benedict Crossing; looking west along the Battenkill flowing with white river ice. • Arlington, VT • February 16, 2016 • photo: © john sutton 2016

Valentine’s Day 2016

poultney_2016_001Sitting with Leyla in a coffee shop across the street from this building at the intersection of Grove and East Main Street, Poultney, VT. It’s a little after 5pm. No traffic on this Valentine’s Day afternoon. I’m reading Patti Smith’s memoir, Just Kids. Her description of a short stay at the Allerton Hotel off seventh ave in New York City, nursing a very ill Robert Maplethorpe, made an impression. photo: © john sutton 2016

Coco Waits for Tuna

Coco coco_2016_001waits for her daily teaspoon of tunafish. photo: © john sutton 2016

White Creek NY

whiteCreekNY_2016_001Traveling east on route 67 in White Creek NY toward North Bennington, Vermont. photo: © john sutton 2016

Hillary Clinton Get Out the Vote Rally

manchesterNH_2016_003Spectators wait for presidential candidate Hillary Clinton to speak at a  February 3, 2016 get out the vote rally two days before the primary vote in Manchester New Hampshire. photo: © john sutton 2016

HIllary Clinton Get Out The Vote Rally

manchesterNH_2016_002A  spectator photographs presidential candidate Hillary Clinton speaking at the  February 3, 2016 get out the vote rally two days before the primary vote in Manchester New Hampshire.  photo: © john sutton 2016

Hillary Clinton Get Out The Vote Rally

manchesterNH_2016_001Media pool photographers  wait for the Hillary Clinton get out the vote event to begin on February 3, 2016.  photographer: © john sutton 2016

A Roadside Stand – Brandon Vermont

brandon_2016_001An untended roadside stand along route 7 just north of Brandon Vermont offers items for sale. photo: john sutton 2016

Stringing A Violin


James Banicki, Head Luthier at Vermont Violins, Burlington, VT strings a violin at his workbench. photograph: ©john sutton 2016

Vermont Violins


John Nickels, luthier, works at the bench in the Burlington, Vermont workshop of Vermont Violins. Photograph: © john sutton 2016


A Dress Tie – Vermont Statehouse

montpelierStatehouse_2016_029A tie worn by a legislator at the Vermont Statehouse. January 16, 2016. photo: ©john sutton 2016

Early Morning Frost

arlington_2015_120An early morning frost on Dunham Rd. in Arlington, VT. • December 2015 • photographed by John Sutton

A Day At The Carnival

Fireman's Carnival, Arlington Vermont

Three girls from the Dorset Horse Show enjoy a ride at the Arlington Recreation Park Fireman’s Carnival in the summer of 2014. • Arlington, VT • Photograph by John Sutton