Waning Light

July 18, 2016.  Home from five weeks of road trip – all we anticipated in terms of beauty, hiking, companionship, and music.  But the bigger world threw more than a few punches at us.  And I mean all of us, you reading this included.  The camping lifestyle provides time and space for reflection.  This is from an evening in Arkansas.  The image is the view from our campsite.

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Facing West and Patience

August 17, 2015.  I am home again from travels that took me away from the daily humming norm of to-dos.   Time at 9000 feet elevation (think cool) dry-camping (think frugal water use) surely shifts one’s focus.  Up above Cloudcroft NM there is no hurry.  Time to sit, reflect … write a couple of poems!

I’m including two poems in this post – both written in the presence of the pictured remains of a pine.  The term for a fractured tree of this sort is “snag”.  This one certainly snagged my attention.  I found it while wandering on day two, and it became my little sanctuary for daily journal sitting.

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