Dear Yankee | February 2018
Like my friend and fellow writer Rowan Jacobsen, I got the bug a few years ago, and Lake Morey [“‘Wild Skating’ on Lake Morey,” January 2018] can be a magical place when the whole lake is open, and also when there’s just a wide ribbon of black. If you’re an old hockey player or ski-skater, […]
Like my friend and fellow writer Rowan Jacobsen, I got the bug a few years ago, and Lake Morey [“‘Wild Skating’ on Lake Morey,” January 2018] can be a magical place when the whole lake is open, and also when there’s just a wide ribbon of black. If you’re an old hockey player or ski-skater, it won’t take long to get the knack. You can really fly, so dress warmer than you would think you need. It’s exhilarating exercise, especially if you find the wind at your back—it feels like you have jets on! —Andrew
When I was discharged from the military in early 1971, I rode around with my grandfather and he took me to remote farmhouses in Connecticut and Rhode Island to visit with his old friends he had known since grade school. Richard W. Brown’s photos [“The Last of the Hill Farms,” January 2018] look very much like those places and people. —Richard
Without once using his name, Kristen Laine continually evokes Thoreau and his winter at Walden in her profile of the artist Eric Aho [“The Artist in Winter,” January 2018]. It is beautiful. She makes the past feel immediate and present. She also leaves one very curious. I did not understand Jackson Pollock until I first saw his work in front of me. Not a reproduction—the real thing. She leaves me wanting to see Aho’s work in real life. —Mike
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