Xenon’s Way
Allow me to stitch together a few of Xenon’s words. Some I jotted down on the fly and on the …
Allow me to stitch together a few of Xenon’s words. Some I jotted down on the fly and on the …
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 …
Poetic interlude. A pause for the cause after the exertion of yesterday’s post. A brief surge of male potency, and …
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 …
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 …
Spent the afternoon at the Canmore Folk Festival. Cloud clusters skimmed the peaks of the majestic Rockies and danced across …