
Love
Four golden beetles basking on a jade-colored leaf along the stone stairs to Jilongshan made me kiss my camera.
Four golden beetles basking on a jade-colored leaf along the stone stairs to Jilongshan made me kiss my camera.
This just happened. “Moose! Moose! There’re two moose!” R shouted. He never shouts, so I had a flash of a Continue reading
The aurora borealis, or northern lights (which I’ve heard a few people around here call “The Lady” or simply “She”), Continue reading
Which season do you prefer? I ask the Scarseths, whose lichen-encrusted tomb I’m sketching in my journal in ink, despite the Continue reading
Instructions for living a life: Pay attention. Be astonished. Tell about it. -Mary Oliver This morning, I came within a Continue reading
Holy guacamole! Today’s been one of those emotionally confusing, wabi sabi, wibbly wobbly, don’t- know-if-we’re-coming-or-going kind of days here in Continue reading
Jorge Royan has floated off to his next adventure, and we who remain have much to contemplate about our remarkable Continue reading