Introduction

What is The New Yorker? I know it’s a great magazine and that it’s a tremendous source of pleasure in my life. But what exactly is it? This blog’s premise is that The New Yorker is a work of art, as worthy of comment and analysis as, say, Keats’s “Ode on a Grecian Urn.” Each week I review one or more aspects of the magazine’s latest issue. I suppose it’s possible to describe and analyze an entire issue, but I prefer to keep my reviews brief, and so I usually focus on just one or two pieces, to explore in each the signature style of its author. A piece by Nick Paumgarten is not like a piece by Jill Lepore, and neither is like a piece by Ian Frazier. One could not mistake Collins for Seabrook, or Bilger for Galchen, or Mogelson for Kolbert. Each has found a style, and it is that style that I respond to as I read, and want to understand and describe.

Tuesday, June 30, 2026

Acts of Seeing: Purple Lupins

Photo by John MacDougall










Yesterday I biked to Robinsons Island. It’s about fifteen kilometers from our place in Stanhope. I went along Gulf Shore Way through Prince Edward Island National Park. Beautiful day, sunny, 15°. I biked a gravel path that circles the island. I saw lots of wildflowers – lupins, wild roses, daisies, buttercups. There was an abundance of lupins – purple, pink, and white. I stopped at my favorite lookout on the island’s north shore. Again, lots of lupins. I took this shot, showing lupins, crumbling bank, beach, and driftwood. I found a blue-and-yellow lobster buoy on the beach in excellent condition. I took it back with me and added it to my collection. 

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