Sharing Some Good News
A few of you reading this have been following this dog and pony show since the early days (five years ago almost to the day). Suffice it to say that when this epic began, the destination was far from certain.…
Category Reflections
Day-after Debriefing
No matter how “successful” one my little book events is, there is a feeling of both relief and regret when it is past and not filling that spot on the calendar where it was for months. And I alway have…
A Five Year Blog Retrospective
This was too much to post as a comment over on Nameless Creek as a followup to a recent “allegory about blogging“, and perhaps a topic with which other bloggers might identify. Thanks Gary, Andy and others for your thoughts…
Farmer’s Tale
I woke up this morning thinking perhaps the wife in this little allegory from Fragment’s ancient history was right. When we expose our greatest hopes and precious things to strangers, we may be thought a fool. But the ordinary treasures…
But Not of Stillness
The Eagle soars in the summit of Heaven,The Hunter with his dogs pursues his circuit.O perpetual revolution of configured stars,O perpetual recurrence of determined seasons,O world of spring and autumn, birth and dying!The endless cycle of idea and action,Endless invention,…
Being There
Pennyroyal: The Smell of Winter
I know, as recent landscape shots here go, this is a drab little composition–notable neither for color or form. But if posting this non-descript image leads you to discover Pennyroyal, you will share with me one of my deepest emotional…
Veneration
Ann and I both noticed it as we rounded the curve of the pasture headed back toward the house in our morning walk: the old apple tree is leaning more than it has been. The hollow trunk gives way, its…
Gravity and The Flow of Things
I left the feet of the tripod unmoved on the sandy bar beside Nameless Creek where yesterday’s image was taken. Turned ninety degrees, the lens pointed downstream to follow the flow of spring water south. Just beyond where the creek…
It Was a Very Good Year
When I was fifty eight… No, I’ll stifle my first impulse to write my own verse to this old song. But I have given no small thought and reflection here lately to the events of the past year–remembering mostly while…
The Party Balloon
The orange balloon pulled at the thin pink ribbon that tethered it to the green mailbox, the party done and nothing to celebrate. The sun rose, lighting just the tops of tallest trees and I untied the child’s toy from…
Winery Weekend
I think I heard somewhere that the winery building at Chateau Morrisette was the largest timberframe structure east of the Mississippi. I do know the timbers were dredged from the bottom of Puget Sound after being submerged in cold waters…
The Front
Tattered clouds scattered east across what had an hour before been a cloudless cold-blue sky. The first arctic air mass of the season was on its way, predicted to arrive by late afternoon. Already the air had taken on a…