Some days. Like today. Up before the alarm, rain sluicing down the west windows, a chilly morning in the Pacific Northwest. Spring. I go into the kitchen and start making my coffee. Everyday I make the same choice; that is, I decide whether or not to use the drip filter, the French press or the […]
Minnesota Sunrise: A Photographer’s Reflection
A photographer reflects on moment in time captured shortly after sunrise on a lakeshore in northern Minnesota.
The Woodpile
Memory plus time equals semi-fiction. The trees fell. The wood was stacked. The dreams are my own.
Tarmac Meditations — Lessons I Learned at Marathon Camp
We do not often speak of the Wall, of leg cramps, hunger, rain, or hills in reverent tones. In each of us lives a desire to be challenged, to keep on, to stay in when the road gets hard.
A House of Our Own
I drove by an old wooden house backed into a rain wet piney wooded hillside. I noticed it had no roof. Just like another place from another time.
Ol’ Blue Eyes: Music of Broken Dreams
I woke up the other day to Frank Sinatra singing “Learning The Blues” on my iPod alarm. In the wrinkle between sleep and waking I remembered the day he died. I got up and wrote it down.
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