Frank J. Tassone

Tag: Image Curve

  • Smuggs ’14 Chronicle, Day 5: July 29, 2014 | Image Curve

    The Sterling Pond trail sharply ascends the forested slope of Sterling Mountain. The Smuggler’s caves, rest rooms and parking lot lie across Route 108, nestled beneath Mount Mansfield’s western ridge. Step-like stones lead to rocks, soil and roots. We breathe hard before the first straight-away. Finally, we make it to the pond. Different couples and…

  • Smuggs ’14 Chronicle, Day 4, July 28, 2014: My latest .@ImageCurve #Haibun

    Rain falls steady. I see the faint lines of its passage from my perch on the sofa. Classical music—a composition sounding suspiciously like circus music—plays on Vermont Public Radio. Three years with little rain: we had a good run. We therefore settle in for a cozy downtime, having earned $100 American Express gift card for…

  • Smuggs ’14 Chronicle, Day 3, July 27, 2014

    We arrive at the Notch Squad tent. Alison, a stocky, twenty-something woman smiles and greets us. A few moments later, she moves all of us—a handful of kids and parents—to Rigabello’s, since camp is on thunder watch. Only the building is locked. Huddled under a yawning as the rain pours, I ask, “Alright, who hasn’t…

  • Smuggs ’14 Chronicle, Day 2, July 26, 2018

    see Mansfield againbefore taking the plunge downthe spiral pipe sliderelaxing in the hot tubFrankie under my arm The Cabot Factory Outlet in Waterbury offered a crowded house more than cheese samples. A pixie-cut-haired young woman from a new “Meadery” offered tastings from the fledgling enterprise’s three meads. Free mead, along with the purchase of our…

  • Smuggs ‘14 Chronicle, Part I: Day 1, July 25, 2014

    The rust-colored bridge—Thaddeus something—looms ahead.. The sign next to it: Mohawk River—Erie Canal. After two-and-a-half hours driving north, we enter the heart of the capital region, just south of the Adirondacks. I’m so excited that I tell Frankie. His reaction? So what? through the Gateway shimmering sunlight on rippling water Lunch at the Glens Falls…

  • Weathering Storms: my latest .@ImageCurve #TBT #haibun

    A cool breeze rustles the topmost leaves in the backyard. It spreads the white and gray cumulus clouds that enshroud the sky in a mass of growing darkness. It feels so much cooler than yesterday. I sit on the chaise as Mira prepares an early dinner and Frankie does whatever he wants. The crease on…

  • Miniature Train-Riding

    I almost can’t remember how the trains raced around the track. How Dad and I adjusted knobs and toggled twitches. How town lights turned on and off; how locomotives whirled out of the tunnel. I almost can’t remember how much I miss those times with him. Almost. train tableso much of his lovemade by his…

  • Such Summer Fun

    An old video, copied from an old film, shows me attempting to roller skate with the Sterino kids. I remember laughter, and perhaps some encouraging words from Debbie. She, with her long, thick brown hair and contagious smile, had taken me on as another kid brother. And I remember the feel of the driveway on…