“How long must we live to learn how to survive?” Jhumpa Lahiri from Roman Stories March chores. I rake leaves. I pick up broken branches from January’s storms. I gather the debris for composting. Crocuses peek out from under the white bark birch. I rest for a bit. I drag out the tiller. I turn … More March Chores
“Why are we not better than we are?” Eric Trethewey from Frost on the Fields, a poem I walk the streets of my neighborhood alone. I search for harbingers of spring. I find omens instead. Crumpled masks litter the gutter. A feral cat skitters away to a hidey hole. It’s the mucky middle of winter. … More Mid-Winter
“… Love words, agonize over sentences. And pay attention to the world.” Susan Sontag A light rain falls. I stand in the narrow street taking pictures. It’s Karma Wednesday at The New Parkway Theater. Pay what you want, accept the consequences. The theater brightens a sketchy neighborhood in Oakland. Potholes mar the roadway. Roof gutters … More Oakland 2023
“It’s a messed up world, but I love it anyway.” Greg Brown from Two Little Feet Successive storms stagger into the valley. Swollen rivers rush from the foothills to the Columbia. On the street, fallen leaves coalesce in soggy stews of cellulose. They stick to the shoes of holiday shoppers. Downtown, the greasy residue adorns … More The Glory And The Pity
“A book is proof that humans are capable of working magic.” Carl Sagan Saturday dissolved in a murky soup of bad weather. A November storm drenched the valley. Rain fell, lightning flashed, and thunder boomed. Me and my cat, Spanky, stayed indoors. It was the sensible thing to do. We ate, we napped, and I … More November Rain
“… these things we depend on, they disappear.” Louise Gluck (1943-2023) My son is building his house. He and his wife and two children live in the Upper Hood River Valley. I’ve been making periodic visits to view and photograph the process. The early stages amaze me: the re-shaping of his property, digging trenches, and … More Artful Dodgers
Traffic brings out the curmudgeon in me. The I-5 from Portland to Seattle depressed my spirit. Thousands of cars and trucks, everybody going somewhere, their arrivals pending. And, we were among them. We have friends in Woodinville, WA. We met in New Zealand forty seven years ago. I’ve written of them and our journeys here … More Anacortes
“No matter where you go, there you are.” Anonymous We arrived first. Clear skies and morning calm portended a hot day. We waited. Montavon’s Farm sits on a plateau atop Trout Creek Ridge. It’s near the small community of Parkdale in Hood River’s upper valley. Mighty Mt. Hood commands the view to the south. West … More Montavon’s Farm
I drove to the hospital in town. Smoke billowed on the Washington shore of the Columbia River. Like a genie escaping from the bottle of dry forest, it swirled upwards in the morning breeze. I have a standing order for monthly labs through next February. With this bloodwork, we will assess my response to last … More Summer Doldrums
“Everybody should be quiet near a little stream, and listen.” Maurice Sendak I follow the path. It’s quiet. A covey of quail stir in the undergrowth. Their mama whispers a warning. As I pass … stillness. Trees abound: oaks, maples, and dogwood. White firs, shaggy with lichen, border the trail. A lone ponderosa pine towers … More Mother’s Day 2023
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