Walking Woodstock: Bopping with Butterfield at Bearsville
Summers in the late Seventies when the day’s writing had gone well, the flaneur would think of Bearsville, and of
Summers in the late Seventies when the day’s writing had gone well, the flaneur would think of Bearsville, and of
The Grande Dame Aileen Cramer was one of the last of Woodstock’s grand dames. The daughter of jut-jawed artist-photographer Konrad
Last fall, I sat in the dusky, slide-show light in the rear gallery of the Woodstock Artists Association and Museum,
On a cool, overcast March morning recently I climbed Overlook Mountain, with the intent of renewing citizenship in the Republic
In early October, 1984, feeling restless and with some time on my hands, I decided to hike the Devil’s Path