2010
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Up and at ’em.
There is nothing, I feel, more beautiful nor perfect than a dog running in the morning, astride a body of water, the sun rising Continue reading
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The death of HDT
Thoreau’s last words were, “Now comes good sailing.” And then two lose words “moose” and “Indian” Continue reading
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“What I really wanted was every kind of life…”
…yearn for the difficult. The common is just that, common. Continue reading
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Friday Odds and Ends
We are surrounded by short stories. Continue reading
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“What I am, I am by myself.”
Do you ever ask yourself what is the best we have to offer? The “we” here is the species, homo sapiens. I will pass completely on the who or what to whom we offer (the verb implying such: O.E., ofrian, from L. offerre “to present, bestow, bring before”). Not bringing this before anybody/-thing but myself,… Continue reading
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Is it just me?
Does not all photography seem derivative? I read recently (in the New Yorker, March 8, 2010) of Espranza Spaulding, a jazz singer, bass player. The article, long and New Yorker-typical deep, was compelling, as all things fresh and original are wont to be, and I listened, as a result, to the podcast with the author. I… Continue reading
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