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Good Thursday
A singular beauty is the wild landscape bathed in a fresh snow. A still higher gamut is that landscape awash in quietude.
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.
Kings, Queens, Popes, and Jesters
We have all heard that George Washington was offered the position of king, and turned it down. Of course historians…
Still Walking Alone
Alone, I walk the narrow plank trail zigzagging through the beaver pond. The snow has melted away, and where earth…