Today is a dank, dark early winter's day, the kind of day whose cold seeps into one's very bones. Here and there a few colorful leaves hold fast to otherwise bare branches. Now the conifers truly rule the landscape. A couple of days ago I was deeply engaged in a video conference when a titmouse … Continue reading First Flakes
A cool, dark, dampish day with rain on the way. The last couple of storms stripped the leaves from the trees but did not break the drought. We used the relative warmth of the day to put up some of our outdoor holiday decorations which we will now enjoy, as we can see them … Continue reading Approaching Thanksgiving
Today is Thanksgiving Day here in the U.S., another of those complex holidays with dubious histories rooted firmly in settler imagination. The day is frigid, a deep snow pack and north wind adding to the pervasive chill. There are rabbit tracks near the house and the occasional determined bird flies by the window. The early … Continue reading Thanksgiving Day 2018
After a day of rain the morning greeted us with a golden sunrise. Jennie, who awoke in the night, said the moonless sky had been awash in stars. Now the wind, blowing briskly from the north, rustles the leaves that remain on the oaks and pushes choppy waves across the water. I had intended to … Continue reading Landscapes of Identity: Thanksgiving
Dreaming the World 