The holiday season approaches. First up, Thanksgiving is on the last Thursday of this month. The day of feasting is about nothing less than what the day is called. Thanksgiving is the holiday I appreciate the most. I do not mind helping with the preparations in the kitchen, peeling potatoes is my area of…
Sunday morning is windy, with a light rain. I cannot complain as the trees need moisture. Soon the ground will freeze… Vegetation will begin the winter season of sleep. Life can be hard. And life can be serendipitous, — the feel of a strange looking rock you happened to find, in your pocket. Is…
Monday promises to be a warm Fall day. I’d like lose myself in Fall. I will carry forward the outside Fall cleanup in the yard. Fall presents much to be done, to prepare the house and surrounding area for the cold months. Work is beneficial to interdict the mind’s inclination to endlessly speculate about…
The sun rose this morning like a god. The air was tinged with frost. The first frost is late in the season. I felt relief at this awaited sign of seasonal change. Is not frost, the cold an ascetic exercise in paring of life, a reduction to the essence of things? And what does…
Shortly we leave Asheville. The drive through the Blue Ridge mountains to Lexington promises to be spectacular. Passing through the mountains at any time is breath taking. At the peak of fall color change, the views will be extraordinary. Perhaps I will attempt to capture the splendor with some photos. A photograph never does…
We reached Asheville. The drive from Greenville, S.C. to Asheville was barely more than an hour. The dogwoods in the foothills flamed blood red. The color change is beginning, though I do not think there has been a frost yet. Seated in the breakfast room of the Holiday Inn I overhear a conversation between…
Yesterday the sun rose like a god, above the rim of the watery horizon. The language is an inadequate description I know; words pointing to the rotation of this earth relative to our star, the source of life here, upon our home planet. Furthermore the sun as well as our earth and every planet…
Yesterday we reached Charlottesville, Virginia. We enjoyed the mountains of West Virginia. On I64 while crossing the bridge spanning a river I glimpsed piles of coal to be loaded into waiting barges. How much more coal are we going to burn in order to generate electricity, while the planet gathers heat from the co2…
As a kid I delighted to discover an abandoned house in the woods. In my imagination I pondered about the lives of those who had lived there. Sometimes signs left behind, were clues to what they cared about. Moreover the condition of what remained served as a rough indication of how long the place…
There is a last time for everything. The first day of Fall was yesterday, September 22nd. I picked up my camera, earlier in the week with the intention of capturing a final collection of Summer flower photos from Almond Marsh. Summer ends and Fall begins. That’s a logical deduction, a necessity of thought is…
