walking
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Merry Christmas, Friends
There was a surprising number of people at the trailhead this Christmas morning. Some of them wished me a Merry Christmas, which I returned. A few simply nodded and smiled. It was a beautiful morning, crisp and clear. Yesterday’s rain in the valley dropped as snow in the Catalina’s in front of me. These are Continue reading
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Where the Fore River meets Casco Bay.
If the sacred is to be discovered… Continue reading
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Walk On!
“I think of walking as a metaphor for–or, more properly, a metaphor against–modern life. It is a symbol of pre-modernity.” Continue reading
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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
...the house I live in... 