Fellow Travelers
I have traveled across the midriff of america in semidarkness the windows closed so I cannot see what waters stretch […]
I have traveled across the midriff of america in semidarkness the windows closed so I cannot see what waters stretch […]
The setting sun fills the darkening blue-purple sky with pink and orange streaks, vivid enough to catch my attention through
walking meditation :: my eyes glued to the empty field https://www.instagram.com/p/Bp0xmajg3K6/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=10qkj55x9tr1a
in the train windowa flock of black birdsagainst the indigo skyand like ghost birdsthe reflections of streetlights
If you look deeply into this tomato, you can see the entire universe https://www.instagram.com/p/BpuX3ungEH1/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=tu3nr5fspjco
the shadow moves gently across the engine and I realize the plane is rocking very slightly as the captain’s hands
I suppose it’s time to give my readers fair warning: After 19 years this blog, and the Tinyletter based upon it, have moved in a more eclectic direction. If you want to unfollow me now, I won’t take it personally. But I’d love it if you stayed along for the ride.
One Saturday in July I went to B Street Books with the 11-year-old to hear the author John Muir Laws talk about his field guide to Sierra Nevada wildlife and his approach to keeping a nature journal.