As a child, when books were few and far between, when I had not yet learned about libraries, I craved the written word. In our home we had a small bookcase containing a set of Encyclopedia Britannica and a number of my mother’s art books. I do not know why reading was not emphasized in […]Read more "Of Libraries and Wagon Wheels"
Declaration – I tell you this with some urgency. Life is short, and we must make large of it. We must wake each day conscious to its possibilities. We must wake expectant. We must wake ready. We must participate. This is my declaration. Walt Whitman began his poem Leaves of Grass — I celebrate myself, […]Read more "We Must Make Large of It"
I smelled deeply the aspen leaves this morning. Holding the cluster of leaves to my face, I smelled their sweetness. I smelled new life determined to express itself. I felt the coming fullness of the new season. Peering up at the changing canopy, I saw the promise of spring delivered. Searching out wood […]Read more "Chronicling The Changes"
The chipmunk sat upon its branch, posing perhaps, or so it seemed. He or she gave me all the time in the world to kneel in the dry grass and focus my camera. She stayed in place as if asking me to see only her and not the tumult of competing thoughts thrashing about in […]Read more "Transformation"
The world-at-large is at odds, but immediately outside my study window, the sun is shining and the air is a relatively warm 48 degrees. Spring is upon us. So many changes occur so quickly in spring. Robins flit from ground to tree branch. Sparrows scratch at leaf-litter in search of insects. Clouds of midges dance […]Read more "NW Minnesota: 15 April 2017/Saturday"
Just as singing in the shower does not make me an opera singer, putting words on paper does not make me a poet. This is a reality I accept. I am a scribbler of thoughts. And although I take great pains to shape my words in ways that capture what I am thinking and feeling, […]Read more "We come to something…."
I swapped out snowshoes for my bike Monday evening. The air was cold, and the ditches stretched frozen alongside the road. I pedaled in snowpants, winter jacket and wool socks. I wore thick leather mitts and a winter cap against the stiff west wind. I pedaled, despite the cold, despite the wind, to welcome in the […]Read more "Beginnings"