The Pond in Winter
A lake is the landscape’s most beautiful and expressive feature. It is earth’s eye, looking into which the beholder measures the depth of his own nature. “Home is the sailor, home from the sea.” Whether the voice hails from the salty ocean, a great lake, trickling...
Scents of Love
A scent can conjure up emotions and even specific memories. In the brain, smell is the closest to memory; in the heart, the closest to love. She meditated. She would not eat the venison I brought her. She worshiped some Hindu holy man whose name I wish I could forget....
Beginning Again Come July
“In every journey the road will bend. Who can know how the story will wend? To every beginning, there must come an end.” Cliché? Maybe, but profoundly, as inescapable truths that bracket the birth-to-death limits of our being. In the between time, there is...
Lost in the Woods
The sun is setting, the snow is thick, and the compass you’re carrying isn’t working. Now what?