Bemused by the Bidet

Today is our last day in Spain and while R works on his profoundly beautiful watercolor of a wine press Continue reading →

Rilke in Ronda

When Rilke set off on his journey to Spain, he hadn’t heard of Ronda, where he arrived, almost by accident. Continue reading →

To Sheets! To the Wind!

R and I are in southern Spain, wandering through Casares, an Andalusian village of white houses cascading over a couple Continue reading →

Something to Crow About at Cornwall Park

What a delicious sound! It is not merely crow calling to crow, for it speaks to me too. -Henry David Continue reading →

I’m Not From Around Here

“Buck up, or stay in the truck.” -Sarah Palin Though I’ve never killed an animal and would choose tofu over Continue reading →

The Scent of Rain

Strange how memories are triggered by sensory events that seem totally unrelated. As I was in the Jeep with my Continue reading →

A Singing Rose and a Dark Eyed Junco

“I have my way of praying, as you no doubt have yours… I can sit on the top of a Continue reading →

Postcard from Under the Midnight Sun

I’m back in Fairbanks and life is bright! This morning, by 3:12, the sun was already pinking the sky into Continue reading →