“In such a world of conflict, a world of victims and executioners, it is the job of thinking people, not to be on the side of the executioners.”- Camus
I spend many mornings holding binoculars to my eyes and watching birds come into feed. I keep a daily list: juncos flitting like little groundling bats in the early dim light. goldfinches, male cardinals popping that red especially on gray mornings, nuthatches chitting continuously, purple finches, jays tucking their wings against their bodies and diving straight down from their perches in the dead maple like arrows blurring blue-white, one […]
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I have watched so many more movies than I have read books. I remember the original King Kong on the Five o’clock Movie, the stop-action movements of Kong in a black and white so vivid and engulfing that at 7 or 8 I became entranced. I have remained entranced. If you love movies, it may be because they sweep you away like a benevolent, inspiring riptide, a long blissful and tumultuous […]
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The road is largely untraveled this early. The 3 dogs and I can walk down the middle, and the sight lines are long enough to give plenty of warning of a car or truck. We had come along a trail near the French Creek, one bounded by fields rising east to west. I looked west and thought vaguely that the top of that rise would make good ground for […]
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For three nights in a row, I’ve dreamed about 45 caliber pistols, and for three nights in a row I’ve dreamed of losing those 45’s. I left one in a restaurant, one disappeared from my coat pocket, and the last seemed to have been lost to another dimension. I set it down on a table, turned my head to look outside, and when I looked down a second or two […]
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