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Roots, rivers, and roads

March 18, 2012 Uncategorized

It’s Sunday. The rain is coming and going, in between the snow flakes and the flickers of sun behind oppressive, brooding clouds. Inside though, we’re the opposite of brooding. The mood is spirited, defiant even, in the face of Winter’s last stand. We know that Spring is right behind us, and so we’re all just slightly less wearied by the glower. On these unhurried weekend mornings that stretch into lazy afternoons, I feel especially exuberant about the current state ofRead More

In which frozen water makes us whole again

February 20, 2012 Uncategorized

Nature always wears the colors of the spirit, said Emerson. A photographic review of the past 15 hours speaks to this truth. Waking at 5, after sleeping fitfully while the storm battered my window all night, was hard. I groggily put on layers, washed the sleep lines from under my eyes, and trudged out to the car with my gear. The wind had left finally, and all was hushed and cold but no longer biting. The sky was dark butRead More

June 7, 2011 Uncategorized

I have a house now, and aside from a few minor issues like the plumbing being bad, bugs biting us, the walls showing signs of leaks during past rains, the water pressure being terrible, and a host of other fixes, it’s pretty nice. My room has its own bathroom, a windowsill wide enough that I can put a cushion on it and lay down in the sunlight, there is a collection of fruit trees in the backyard garden, and outsideRead More