Clearing the fog
I’m experiencing a sadness. This time of year. Aging. The suffering of the Middle East is on my mind a lot. A therapeutic walk yesterday, on the Old Rail Trail. The trail is bumpy...
I’m experiencing a sadness. This time of year. Aging. The suffering of the Middle East is on my mind a lot. A therapeutic walk yesterday, on the Old Rail Trail. The trail is bumpy...
Four of us hiked up Fiery Mountain today. It’s a little mountain across the pond from our camp. According to the Internet, it is 557 feet (170 meters) in height. Another site says 466...
It seemed like an ordinary walk, but reflecting and looking back at these photos – it was taking steps into a transcendent realm. And an eagle posed for this shot, near the pond’s outlet....
On Sunday. I spent a good long time almost alone in this huge field under this very blue sky. Picking blueberries, and then taking a walk. I’ve walked this road before. I forget where...
It’s been a strange week. I don’t work anymore “outside the home” as they used to say, but I still have a sensation of being off work. I feel on hiatus, yet everything continues...
My walk today brought me down Old Pond Railway Trail. Sam & I walked this way yesterday, and I saw a large patch of lichen windfall. I wanted to go back today and do...
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