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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…

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…

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…

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…

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…

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.…

The following letter was written to the Waterbury Record, which published in the July 14 issue of the Waterbury Record  a list  of the best of Waterbury or some such and  I was called Mr. Waterbury.  Iam honored to be a Mr. Waterbury that nobody knows. That’s good! However, I must decline the title. You see,…

It was 40 years ago that Moscow, Vermont residents celebrated America’s Bicentennial with their very first parade. But further research showed the first parade was a year earlier, and was urged upon the town by a bunch of kids. I was not at the first, but at the second parade, on July 4, 1976. which…

  IT has taken months as I drag along but I have a new website— <http://www.petermillerphotography.com/> John Hadden created it. He lives not far away under the shadow the Lion Couchant (You know what resting lion is? “Lion Couchant” so said Champlain in French, when he first saw the mountain from Lake Champlain. It is…