White Birds, Blue Sky September 12, 2017 Poetry Laying alone, naked in hot springs, staring lazily at the sky, a flock of silver white birds flies by. Tracing a shifting V through
Travel June 14, 2016 Photography, Poetry Step right up onto the magic carpet Imagination only can spark it Once the winds are steadily blowing There\’s no need for tiresome
The Devil\’s Dance Floor June 13, 2016 Adventures \”How did you get there?\” – the ranger asked. I walked up the hill and saw another, Still yet somewhat taller. I walked up
The day this blog started June 9, 2016 Updates I am sitting here in Tamarack Flat, site #3, which all the rangers keep reminding me is the best. Coastline excluded, up here in