love of place | love of place
Jul.19.2012
H comes out from the house and asks me what I am doing and I tell him that I have grown tired of the way our vision has become overgrown and jagged and that I am attempting to let some more light in. He walks away and I go back to the task at hand, the pruning and tidying of what prohibits the view...
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Jun.18.2012
About a month ago, my old Labrador retriever Otter began to fade. Her lifelong companion Trooper was the first to notice, and his concern over Otter's health gave rise to an odd suppertime ritual. Most dogs are convinced that any food -- that of humans, other dogs, or ...
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May.06.2011
The leaves on the honeysuckle bushes have doubled overnight: no longer folded into themselves they spread like open hands toward the cold, white sky of dawn. At the base of each leaf pair, I see the white swelling of a flower bud. Usually by now the blossoms would be welling with bees and pollen...
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