Right there in black and white

Congrats to Susan Forbes Hansen.

One of her beautiful photographs has been accepted into a juried photography exhibit at the West Hartford Art League running through February 22 in the Clubhouse Gallery, 37 Buena Vista Road.

You can see many of her prints (she shoots on film, and develops the prints herself), in a show entitled, The Black and White Season, on display at the Roaring Brook Nature Center, 70 Gracey Road, in Canton.

As Susan reminded me, they have several good folk shows coming up, so you can take in a concert and see the photos, too.

Feb 7: Erica Wheeler, songwriter and Land Trust spokesperson
Feb 14: Ed Gerhard, brilliant guitarist
Feb 21: Paul Rishell and Annie Raines: excellent blues vocalists and instrumentalists
Feb 28: Anais Mitchell & Meg Hutchinson, fine young songwriters
Mar 7: Stan Sullivan & Jim Mercik

The Jack Bauer of peace and ecology

(One of Susan Forbes Hansen beautiful winter landscapes.)

My friend Susan Forbes Hansen, who often forwards posts that end up here, was name-checked by Colin McEnroe in his column Sunday (yes, I know it's Wednesday).

McEnroe claims to get 11 emails a day from her. I think that's a slight exaggeration, but Susan seems to be connected, as McEnroe indicates, to networks that are determined to make you feel angry, inadequate, guilty and occasionally vindicated. I'm a bit envious that McEnroe receives a few more emails from Susan each day than me.

But mostly I get upset when SF Hansen finds interesting web stories before I do.

I welcome the slightly less than 11 emails I get from Susan each day, if only to be able to answer "read it already."

BTW, I'm plenty interested in the fact that I get the Jack Bauer reference though I've never seen a single minute of a single of 24 or Iron Chef, for that matter. I just know the clock is an important element on each.

Epistle from SF Hansen about Uncle Earl

Susan Forbes Hansen attended the Uncle Earl/Devil Makes Three show at the Iron Horse, and this is what she had to say:

A terriffic show! I got there after the line had entered the Horse, but still got a good seat because it wasn't very full at six-ish. The place filled up slowly and was packed by the time the music started. As with Washburn's show at Wesleyan, I wasn't the oldest in the house, and the musicians weren't the youngest. The audience was VERY loud in its appreciation. Lotsa fun.