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Sensing the Splendor of Georgia O'Keeffe

Plein Air Watercolor of Canyon Rock, Ghost Ranch

Mountains are giant, restful, absorbent. You can heave your spirit into a mountain and the mountain will keep it, folded . 254 more words

Reflection 4.18.18

I cannot cause light; the most I can do is try to put myself in the path of its beam.

~Annie Dillard, Pilgrim at Tinker Creek


Writing Essays

This was supposed to be a writer’s blog, writing about my writing and others’ writings. But other aspects of life have funnelled in – politics, feminism, visual arts. 518 more words


what sort of power we so blithely invoke

“On the whole, I do not find Christians, outside of the catacombs, sufficiently sensible of conditions. Does anyone have the foggiest idea what sort of power we so blithely invoke?

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A Dose of Dillard

I’ve been away.

I have not been able to do my usual reading, and that is OK because I have been “under the weather” with a Christopher Hitchens hangover. 438 more words

An Unexpected Gap

Crossing into spring

Reaching high into the air, this long, slender branch from what appears to be an elm tree caught my attention because of its bridge-like curve, and the lovely, green glow of its leaves against the sky. 183 more words