Libraries have always been magic for me. You walk into a room full of stories, Sunlit, quiet, warmed with a background hum of voices.
Read articleEarliest whispers of spring — #berkshireweekend
bale of turtles. That’s the collective noun we find for the gathering on a rock by the water, all basking in the unexpected warmth of a late winter day.
Read articleQuantum leaping into the spring — #berkshireweekend
Today feels like time traveling … a leap day sounds like a quantum dancer, something out of a science fiction novel, step into this moment and it can take you anywhere.
Read articleA certain slant of light — winter afternoons — #berkshireweekends
Sunset over the water on a clear winter day turns the sky a deep blue and a touch of rose. And it turns out so does a rainbow of color on an ice fall at the hairpin bend.
Read articleEluding Capture: Rising light at Mass MoCA — #berkshireweekend
On a sunlit afternoon, I walked into the labyrinth of Eluding Capture, the newest exhibit at Mass MoCA, where Gulnur Mukazhanova, a Berlin-based artist, is telling stories in traditions of cloth from her native Kazakhstan …
Read articleA zing of life and laughter on our stages — #berkshireweekend
Berkshire stages are stirring with life, as WAM welcomes a new artistic director and Williamstown Theatre announces two new leadership roles ... and asks searching questions.
Read articleFinding places where we belong — #berkshireweekend
We have ways of moving in and out of each other’s spaces, a friend tells me. We’re driving back roads through the hilltowns in the dusk, and we’re talking about how people in this country live together.
Read articleBlues music recalls summer plays and family stories
It’s 20 years ago now that Ruben Santiago-Hudson brought Lackawanna Blues to the Williamstown Theatre Festival. He’s gone on to Broadway and the Tonys ... and I remember.
Read articleEnergy stirring in the heartwood of trees — #berkshireweekend
We’re coming up on the full moon at the heart of winter, and on Sunday I sat in a room full of windows, looking out at a vast willow and listening to songs about trees budding.
Read articleLooking for clear vision in the snow — #berkshireweekend
The Hoosic river path is quiet in the snow. Flakes are still falling, and the horizon is hazy enough to hide the mountains. The sky and the land blend together, and the water is running a dark jade green.
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