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pat-bertram's picture
Apr.09.2011
Spring is greening the desert. Creosote bushes are growing, weeds are sprouting up, native grasses are taking hold, cactuses are coming alive. I marvel that so much comes from almost nothing. A bit of water, a bit of sandy soil, a bit of sun, and something exists where nothing did before. I cherish...
pat-bertram's picture
Mar.08.2011
Spring is greening the desert. Creosote bushes are growing, weeds are sprouting up, native grasses are taking hold, cactuses are coming alive. I marvel that so much comes from almost nothing. A bit of water, a bit of sandy soil, a bit of sun, and something exists where nothing did before. I cherish...
pat-bertram's picture
Nov.05.2010
While walking in the desert today, I saw a dead rattlesnake. I hesitated to take a photo, not wanting to memorialize death, but it was so beautiful lying there, that I went ahead and snapped an image of it. Although it looked vibrant, as if it were sleeping, I could see that it had been run over....
pat-bertram's picture
Sep.02.2010
Death came in the spring. In March, the doctors said that my life mate -- my soul mate -- had inoperable kidney cancer and that he had six months to live. He had only three weeks. We’d spend thirty-four years together, and suddenly I was alone, unprepared, and totally devastated. I couldn’t even...
pat-bertram's picture
Aug.01.2010
Writers need to watch out for echoes -- a duplication of words, phrases, effects, details that reverberate in readers' minds and dilute the work. (As an example: I just wrote "details that echo in readers' minds", but the second "echo" echoed the first and diluted the effect of...
pat-bertram's picture
Jul.14.2010
I walk in the desert, sometimes on straightaways, sometimes on hills. I learned something from the hill walks: she who goes up, must come down. And sometimes “down” means a very steep grade. I discovered that it was much easier to get to the bottom of these steep hills if I zigzagged from one edge...
pat-bertram's picture
Jul.12.2010
My work in progress has a scene where the hero is escaping across a desert with a group of acquaintances, so as I take my daily walk I try to see what he would see, such as a ghost moon and a ghost sun. Unless he has sharp eyes, he might miss much of the color -- the flowers are so tiny it's hard...
elmaz-abinader's picture
May.10.2010
This morning the wind is giving the palm trees swan necks, they are bending their heads toward the ground. It's a relief from the heat and the humidity but mostly the mosquitoes. My hair pitches around stabbing at my face instead of sticking to my scalp.  Yesterday was the final day of the tour and...
maria-espinosa's picture
Dec.24.2009
Growing  up in suburban Long Island, I generally hated Christmas  with its cold, miserable weather, artificial indoor heat, its frantic buying and giving and of presents, and the gluttonous meals. Some years ago, I went off to the California desert to spend time alone in a place called The Galaxy...
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Oct.17.2009
Trying to clean up and sort through books, notebooks, get things more organized, de-clutter. I can’t help but peek into my old notebooks and journals to see what’s inside while I shuffle through everything. Partially pulled in some way by Thaisa Frank's blog on journaling and perhaps looking for...