The Long Weekend…and Black Elk
Long weekend. Time out from the City. Camping. Forested mountains, rocky snow-flecked peaks. Hiking paths leading to a rushing crystal …
Long weekend. Time out from the City. Camping. Forested mountains, rocky snow-flecked peaks. Hiking paths leading to a rushing crystal …
As this blog has grown I’ve become increasingly unsatisfied with the categories that have haphazardly accumulated in the right hand …
A time for reflection, a time for rejoicing. What inspiration! You might think I was sitting by the river contemplating …
‘Huh? Oh.’ ‘What?’ I asked. My wife doesn’t read too many posts, so this modest little reaction warranted further inquiry. …
Like the old rural churches I wrote about in my last post, I also love the look of these abandoned …
Sunday Morning. The Lord’s Day, or so the old saying goes. Though some celebrate it on Saturday instead. I love …
It was the middle of summer and we were celebrating our Grand Festival of Life. Everyone from the town and …
Just ink and paper. A means of conveyance. A way of transferring something from one person to the next. Value …
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 …