Mountains… of the Spirit
At Silvertip there’s another order of quiet stillness. The odd cawing of a raven, the angry chirruping of a red …
At Silvertip there’s another order of quiet stillness. The odd cawing of a raven, the angry chirruping of a red …
Cities in the U.K. have been set ablaze and the authorities say the criminals will be caught and punished. Vancouver …
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 …
The Fool. Straining towards the light of the sun, and moon, carrying his paltry few possessions in a hobo-bag slung …
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 …
Byron, from England, entertains the crowd. Poor Soul hasn’t found the Cafe yet You’ll have to bear with me on …