So many happy birthdays. Yes, today, at 1.45 AM, 1934 I took my first breath. Oh yes, I am a flatlander who came to this state in 1947 with my mother, brother and sister. I knew the first day I was here that I had found my home. I felt it in my soul, I…

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  It gives me succor to remember Fred Tuttle and the era in which he was the farmer-elect in the movie by John O’brien: The Man with the Plan. Fred died 13 years ago, give or take a few months. He made us laugh and we loved him for what he was, a simple farmer who…

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FROM THE GONZO CHEF: Apple Pie à La Bridge on the River Kwai. It’s that time of year and after the second frost I pick the Macs and Braeburns, skin them with my old red Rube Goldberg peeler. Out comes my dinged Chinese cleaver and I slice the flesh neat. The Joy of Cooking is…

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  Midnight, 8 November. Stars so bright overhead, the big dipper low on the horizon. A frost layed down coating of ice on the deck railing. A black night save for the hope lit in the stars. It is election day and there is a clenching in my body as if I chugalugged a bottle…

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That’s my mantra, part of a beautiful poem of the Navajo people. One walk this fall snatched  that experience. I posted it on Facebook, but thought it should be here… Some think I’m a good photographer but what I really have is an eye for the weather. Couple of weeks ago, in the afternoon, I noticed a…

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Sunday. Oct. 30 2016. I’m in Connecticut taking a short break and updating a photograph of my friend Gretchen. Seven years ago she had tumors in both breasts and had a mastectomy which left a bunch of scars. She lost her hair due to chemotherapy and as you can see, she didn’t look her best. Well, with…

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I dream of Vermont when there were no doggy parks. I fantasize that we have a legislature that lowers our taxes and does not put us in servitude.I am tired of being a chamber maid for my Airbnb clients and spending whatever I make for taxes, heating, electricity and vacations for bureaucrats. I want to…

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Peter Miller, peter@petermillerphotography.com 25 August We Vermonters who work for ourselves are suffering. Let’s put it this way. The average Vermonter has very little disposable income. State, town, school taxes and fees, property and school taxes, the 5th highest electrical rate in the country, above average costs of fuel oil, propane and gas make us…

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We have nailed the title for my new book. At least my advisors say this title is much better than one I don’t want to mention. I must have been in a morbid mood! Publication of the new book is expected about May 1, 2017. In it will be  an essay in the front about the fragility of our…

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The other day I was matting some photographs and had inserted in my cassette Dvorjak’s Ninth Symphony. It was quiet in my studio and I listened carefully and admired again the fire, the soft sweetness and the beauty of this New World Symphony. I have heard it so many times but I always soar with it.…

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