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The Agonies of Ink to Paper

My morning pages sometimes get out of hand. What can I say? I’m hearing conversations with inanimate objects now. So lock me up. They ended up, one atop the other, in the back of my car, both bound for the…

SomeWhere

And SomeWhen. Finding the pot of gold means a bit of good luck. And keeping your eyes open. And having a camera in your pocket 24 And stopping in the rain to step out of your car in the middle…

Time and a World of Change ~ Part V

This is part 5 of excerpts from a piece that may someday (or may not) be a chapter in a book, given adequate keystrokes in these out-of-warranty joints; enough minutes of absolute time but especially minutes with adequate clarity and…

TIME AND A WORLD OF CHANGE ~ PART IV

Continued from Part III The time-lapse episode I remember most vividly involved the delightful horror of watching a perfectly lovely bowl of fruit shrivel, go gray with mold and turn finally to a black liquid–a natural, everyday process of decay…

It Moves! Life in Action

small brains en masse from Dennis Hlynsky on Vimeo. As a biology teacher long ago, plant life was hard to get students interested in–until. Until I could show them fern sperm cells swimming in  a drop of dew or a filament of…

Storytelling in the Digital Age

It is all about the light we are given. The stories we tell “come to light” first through specialized nerve endings in eye and ear, then through the synthesis of what we see (and touch and hear, taste and smell)…

Webs Laid Low With Pasture Mow

For everything you get, you give up something. We are very happy to have our pasture mowed. But that means that there will be no more spider webs festooned from the tall grasses, dew-covered and bejeweled, backlit by the sun…

Devil’s in the Details

In our last expedition, we were anchored pretty close to our daughter’s house in a coastal suburb near Wilmington NC due to our child-care responsibilities. Every time we go down I say I’m breaking free to find the nearest coastal…

Just to Have a Friend

Early on, Gandy had a friend, Jessie–a 130 pound Golden Retriever–who came down for play dates every week or so. But she did something about a year ago that has made Jessie not willing to even get out of the…

What Goes Around

I would have been inclined at such junctures in blogging years past to put up a “randoms” assorted bag of things I’ve been reading, researching or thinking about. Meh. I already have that kind of stuff stored where I can…