That feeling of a cool breeze on a warm night… Timeless.
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Bookwyrm — a Goodreads alternative?
loses the money
smiling with anger
pale blue eyes,
she doesn’t know
Grist mill on very edge of Alley Spring in Missouri. The spring empties into Jacks Fork river, a National Scenic River and National Park. You can camp just south of the Mill on the river and it was a beautiful, relaxing location.
View from my kayak on Lake Smith near Bonner’s Ferry, ID. The orangish haze is smoke from nearby forest fires making for a bit of a surreal moment. Camped near the shore for a blissful week pretty much all by myself a couple years ago.
I jumped back in time
to when I was little,
just starting school.
There in the hallways,
I saw Little Me
about to enter class.
Quickly, I darted
to try and catch him
so that I could tell him
My blogroll got a little stale with a few broken links. Just removed ’em and added new ones. If you know of an interesting blog I should follow, add it in the comments section. I also explain why you should have a blogroll if you don’t have one.
After a too-long-for-me hiatus, I’m slowly and finally getting ready to get back on the road.
Most of my hiatus was focusing on recovering from chronic lyme disease which wrecked my body and sapped it of strength.
Once again I find myself facing an old familiar – fear.Continue reading
Those tall California redwood trees give literal meaning to tiny camping in the woods, don’t they?
I’m a voracious reader with ubiquitous interests, glomming a wide variety of articles, stories, books, n’ such. May as well share what’s piqued my interest these days in the off chance you might find something interesting to read.
Reading is a good thing fer the ole noggin’ after all, yeh?
Here are the reads that stuck in my mind lately:Continue reading
I’m always meaning to write more on this blog. Folks who know me well say I ought to be a prolific writer and all that. I used to think the same, but many times when I sit down to write, I’m empty inside. There’s nothing to give. I don’t know what it means, nor do… Continue reading