Little Old House On The Prairie…
Like the old rural churches I wrote about in my last post, I also love the look of these abandoned …
Like the old rural churches I wrote about in my last post, I also love the look of these abandoned …
It was the middle of summer and we were celebrating our Grand Festival of Life. Everyone from the town and …
Athletes call it the zone. It’s when you can do no wrong, when the instrument you are playing becomes an …
‘Having no direction is better than having someone else’s.’ –Xenon Reade The road is everywhere. It long ago became one …
I’m danged if I haven’t left a crucial typo up on the blog for upwards of a month! Boy, that …
I want to share with you something Xenon shared with me some three or four years ago now. He and …
A change of tack for you longtime reader. I had thought of throwing in a link to a favorite jazz …
Take a close look at the image above. It was painted by F. L. Blackstadius around 1866, and represents a …
I’ll spare you an image for this post. Back to work…. It is the Tuesday after a long weekend. Work …
Spent the afternoon at the Canmore Folk Festival. Cloud clusters skimmed the peaks of the majestic Rockies and danced across …