"Those unharnessed runnersfrom glen to glen!Nobody tamesthat royal blood, each one aloofon its rightful summit,antlered, watchful.Imagine them, the stag of high Slieve Felim,the stag of the steep Fews,the […]
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Kilimanjaro Rainforest, 1967 Just today, I received a Facebook message from an old friend, Mary, who lived in Tanzania when I was 14. She recalled when we climbed Mt. Kilimanjaro in 1967. At 14 years old, I was the youngest of the troop, composed of students from the Economics department, my father (who was teaching
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This is a really gorgeous painting by Jacopo Tintoretto depicting the "Origin of the Milky Way, 1575-1580." Jupiter (Zeus) seeks to give immortality to his son, Hercules, conceived during an illicit affair with a mortal woman Alcmene. He knows that only the breast milk of a goddess can accomplish such a thing and as luck
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It is such a luxury to live along the Colorado Front Range, surrounded by beautiful high mountains, forests, rivers, and a wide diversity of flora and fauna. We had a great time at a recent family hike up Mt. Brainard, which tops out at a little above 10,000 feet. The forests were full of wild
“Traveling is a brutality. It forces you to trust strangers and to lose sight of all that familiar comfort of home and friends. You are constantly off balance. Nothing is yours except the essential things: air, sleep, dreams, sea, the sky – all things tending towards the eternal or what we imagine of it.” –Cesare
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Sometimes I find it so amazing to live here in Boulder, beneath the Flat Irons of the Rocky Mountains. Every morning there is always something extraordinary to see, and to be filled with wonderment. Sometimes it is the elk coming down from the mountains to feed in the green flood plains where we walk, or
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I am heading to the desert for a while and bringing new projects along….looking forward to the dry cool nights, and the stars high overhead. And then I found these fall beauties from Madeleine Tosh! Let's see how fast I can knit while trying to finish preparing a second novel for re-release (Flight of Michael
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A few photographs of my grandfather, Pierre Menager's work, have surfaced. I am always charmed by his informal paintings…they have so much life and so little social distancing. A barn dance and a wedding…They make me happy on these dark days. And another favorite to hell with social distancing moment from "Stray Dog" directed
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We hike a lot across the Colorado Front Range as it is something almost every one is compelled to do here; the chance to be so completely surrounded by a magnificent landscape that invites one to enter into its beauty. It doesn't really matter what season it is, we always find a trail and head
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It seems the right day to reread this story. I am writing in the near dark, just the illumination of candles and a friendly pair of glowing pumpkins looking over my shoulder. Jack Straw was one of those rare stories that appear instantly and somehow hardwired in my brain. I wrote it all at once,
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