Canadian Rockies

a few seasons ago a friend and I traveled to canmore, alberta west of calgary, at the foot of the majestic canadian rockies, and in the bow valley where, due to glacial runoff, rivers and lakes run in turquoise.  canmore, a coal mining town for 80 plus years suffered decline in the 1970’s but with…… Continue reading Canadian Rockies

Reflection off car cleaned of debris A sprinkler on hot summer day Soft breeze, sunny day, water sparkles Pug eyed Nothing deters the mind is afloat Aaaaaaaaa, there it is Clear in mind Small town People influx Canoes, tents, Subaru s Small town overwhelmed Cha-ching Money, money, money Now the crowds have gone Peace The… Continue reading Escapism

Suddenly, a time warp into a land of rugged outcroppings, misty mountains, dense forest, Lake Superior, few people, a sense of sanctuary from noisy city life below the bridge. The roadway mimics this going from the six lanes of I-75 speed to two lanes of slower highway US 2 twisting along the battered shoreline of northern Lake Michigan. Sunlight dances through birch, maple, and White pine trees triggering visions of Menominee and Chippewa Indians, Jesuit priests, trappers, lumber camps, of British expansion, American conquest.

like water backed against a dam words fill in the old grey matter unwilling to flow time to take time away walk, lookup shapes in the sky, physical labor, pleasure shadows fall the mind thinks far off to vacation far less than what seems a millennium refreshing now back to that obstruction, breach and have… Continue reading respite

Why I write.

I want to write, and write, and write, and write straight through the morning into the afternoon, and late into the night unfortunately bills are to be paid.  When walking my dog Fisher the early summer breeze and partly cloudy skies is refreshing stirring emotions, and remembrances of childhood summer and vacations.  I smile and…… Continue reading Why I write.

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