Sun, Salt, Music and Dance: An Evening at Rann Utsav
To get my ticket to the Rann Utsav festival, I had to present a passport and Visa in person at…
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Alaskan Desert
My boots break through the thin crust, increasing my chill rate. If I keep walking, toes will stay warm, but this is a waiting game. Iced feet are a small price. I will stand still in the center of the marsh, hopefully blending with the old stumps and logs that surround me.
A Bird in the Hand
The English say “A bird is the hand is worth two in the bush,” the Germans: “Der Spatz in der Hand ist besser als die Taube auf dem Dach. (The sparrow in the hand is better than the dove on the roof.) I ask, “What about the bird on my shoulder?”
Good Thursday
A singular beauty is the wild landscape bathed in a fresh snow. A still higher gamut is that landscape awash in quietude.
The Marge of Lake LaBerge
The light snow we drove through in BC was behind us, and early evening sunlight lent extra mystery to the jagged landscape. I was quickly becoming entranced by Yukon.
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