Golden age of lunar equilibrium Like an angel of heaven, she’s a creature of reflected glory – you can gaze on her and not be blinded. She’s a lesser power, yet she rules the domain of night unchallenged, delivering us from dark...
Hiking cohorts wanted – dead or alive The image of a dead tree touches a nerve. It’s a statue on exhibit, yet unlike the statues fashioned by human hands, it was once alive.
Savoring the season of miniature marvels Those fleshy and scabrous organisms we associate with the monsters of sci-fi horror flicks are essential to the life of the landscapes we admire.
Senses set adrift in ocean of grey I had caught sight of an achingly sharp-edged shore beyond a formless ocean, and just as swiftly it had been snatched from me. Was it real or had I dreamed it?
I’m dreaming of a wet Christmas Out at sea a cortege of clouds is assembling and getting itself pointed down the time-honored parade route. Straight at us.
