Impermanence, or Memoir Note #2
Nothing changes. The bones of the mammoth are still in the earth. -Adrienne Rich As I was reaching for the sweet potatoes this evening at dinner, I glimpsed my hand […]
Nothing changes. The bones of the mammoth are still in the earth. -Adrienne Rich As I was reaching for the sweet potatoes this evening at dinner, I glimpsed my hand […]
Over 500 years ago, Leonardo daVinci spent six years of his life as an apprentice to Veracchio who was an experienced sculptor, painter and goldsmith. Veracchio had many students whose
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Staying true to my commitment to memorize a poem every month, I have chosen this one from my collection of Cabin Poems 2011. Blue Lynx at Caribou Creek It was
I read a fascinating article recently by Gordon Hempton, an “acoustic ecologist” who for the past 25 years, has studied and recorded the vanishing sounds of nature. He says there
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We are beginning to see the return of light to the land, more minutes every day creeping into our landscape, though the sun is still low on the horizon. I
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