Sunday Morning: Winters of My Life
Over half of the winters of my life have been spent here. Amazing thing is how unchanging my feeling is for the place…you tear up a bit. You know as I read my early entries, my first reflections and...
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Wednesday. January 16, 2013. 5:35am. I flip on the weather channel for a read on the highway conditions. (Like it matters, right?) The weather woman warns that roads will be treacherous – - wet and...
View ArticleUK has its first snowfall. A “dusting.” And is paralyzed.
Source: Tweaked a Themetapicture.com post to make it PG rated.
View ArticleSunday Morning: Return of the Sun
This short ~3 minute clip is a portrait of a modern Inuit family set in North Greenland. Beautiful cinematography, music and script. Good Sunday morning… Return of the Sun from Glen Milner on Vimeo....
View ArticleA Bird Ballet
So, you’ve seen 1 murmuration, so you’ve seen them all? Hmmmmm. No. Can’t seem to get enough. This team was shooting a commercial in Marseille France and waiting for their prop – - “when thousands and...
View ArticleDeeeeep
This clip was something special. + Chamonix, France. + Fresh and deep powder. “Peaceful easy feeling” here. + Unbelievable camera work. Spectacular mountainscape and sun shots. + Hypnotic music and...
View ArticleNemo no match for my Uggs
Here are my Uggs. Pictured on Nemo’s 19-inch snowfall. The mounds of wet snow on the driveway were no match for the King and his Uggs this morning. While I was shoveling, I took a walk down memory...
View ArticleLike, A Horse with No Name.
In 7th grade, a substitute teacher introduced us to poetry. Well, sort of. He circulated a copy of the lyrics for America’s hit song: A Horse With No Name. The class lit up like fireflies offering...
View ArticleT.G.I.F.: It’s a beautiful day (Cow-style)
cab·in fe·ver: Irritability, listlessness, and similar symptoms results from long confinement or isolation indoors during the winter. 32F yesterday with chilling winds. Spring can show up any time so...
View ArticleSpring Follows Winter Once More
Lying here in the tall grass Where it’s so soft Is this what it is to go home? Into the Earth Of worms and black smells With a larch tree gathering sunlight In the spring afternoon And the gates of...
View ArticleLearn the news
I am losing precious days. I am degenerating into a machine for making money. I am learning nothing in this trivial world of men. I must break away and get out into the mountains to learn the news. ~...
View ArticleI win
It was cold. A bone rattling winter morning. Brother Rich and I are waiting for a ride to hockey practice. We’re stomping our feet. And banging our mitts trying to warm. The hood of our green, ’55 GMC...
View ArticleSMWI*: Speed Dreams
Dreamy? Floating on puffs of air down the French mountainside. Inspired? Transfixed by the cinematography. Producer titles his work: Speed Dreams. Just beautiful things. Yes. Yes, it is. However, this...
View ArticleAll I could hear was my heart pumping and pumping
I got up in the night and went to the end of the hall. Over the door in large letters it said, “This is the next life. Please come in.” I opened the door. Across the room a bearded man in a pale-green...
View ArticleT.G.I.F.: Yep, Exactly Right.
5° F. 7 inches of snow on the ground. NYC Schools closed. Snow Day People! Image Credit
View Article2º F. Us too.
A bitter morning, sparrows sitting together without any necks. ~ James Hackett James William Hackett (84, b. Seattle), is an American poet and philosopher most noted for his work with haiku in...
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