A Gem of an Idea

"Time itself is our tragedy and most of us are fighting some kind of war with it."  The Faraway Nearby, Rebecca Solnit

When Words Fail...A pictorial essay from an extraordinary rove Into new territory

Perspective is such a relative construct. When in a room indoors we sense the boundaries and fill it to the brim with self. Only when outdoors, on top of a mountain, can we realize that we are not the story. Just a ripple from a pebble tossed into the sea.

Chasing The Muse On Bear Creek Trail

"You can't always get what you want...but if you try sometimes, well you just might find, you get what you need." Rolling Stones

A Soaring Ascent Up Mount Abram...because it's there and because we still can and because we still remember the way

"Stories are compasses...we navigate by them, build our sanctuaries and prisons out of them. To be without a story is to be lost in the vastness of a world that spreads in all directions like arctic tundra..." The Faraway Nearby, by Rebecca Solnit

Silence Is Golden

My story-garden oft goes untended during summertime. The hoe becomes rusty lying in untended dirt. Long days beckon. Priorities shift to play. Time slips into the future. Weeds overtake produce.  

The price of admission

“I have no desire to suffer twice, in reality and then in retrospect.”  Sophocles

Bad News/Good News: Senator Beck Trail to Ptarmigan Lake

As with Life, there are no shortcuts to where we're headed.