A Phosphorescent Dawn…And Time
A picture says a thousand words. Things have been so busy of late I’ll leave the seasonal photos to pen …
A picture says a thousand words. Things have been so busy of late I’ll leave the seasonal photos to pen …
Alternate title: The Ant And The GraceHoper Wannabee The busy weekend is over and presently I am driving the backroads …
As this blog has grown I’ve become increasingly unsatisfied with the categories that have haphazardly accumulated in the right hand …
‘Huh? Oh.’ ‘What?’ I asked. My wife doesn’t read too many posts, so this modest little reaction warranted further inquiry. …
Sunday Morning. The Lord’s Day, or so the old saying goes. Though some celebrate it on Saturday instead. I love …
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 …
At Silvertip there’s another order of quiet stillness. The odd cawing of a raven, the angry chirruping of a red …
Spent the afternoon at the Canmore Folk Festival. Cloud clusters skimmed the peaks of the majestic Rockies and danced across …
Byron, from England, entertains the crowd. Poor Soul hasn’t found the Cafe yet You’ll have to bear with me on …