Poetry | Travel

Walking the Frost Farm

Sunday restlessness prompted a short road trip up to an apple orchard for some apples and pumpkins. This proved to be too brief, so it seemed a good day to revisit the Robert Frost Farm. Maybe it was his poem October that inspired me, or maybe the beautiful fall day, but either way he whispered…

Culture | Habits | Hiking | Learning | Poetry | Travel | Writing

Blank Places

To those devoid of imagination a blank place on the map is a useless waste; to others, the most valuable part. – Aldo Leopold Blank places on maps are increasingly rare.  With technology we’ve managed to reveal extraordinary detail on the contours of the land, water sources and potential sites to camp for the night. …

Lifestyle | Music | Poetry | Seasons | Stargazing

Stargazing

“But let’s not talk about fare-thee-wells now The night is a starry dome And they’re playin’ that scratchy rock and roll Beneath the Matala Moon” – Joni Mitchell, “Carey” These particular lyrics jump out at me every time I hear this song.  The spell of a starry dome night on a beach in Mexico with…

Travel

Handshake with History

Handshake with History Whenever I visit a place, I try to understand a little bit about the place.  Who came before me?  What happened here and how has that changed this place and the world we live in?  You stumble on ghosts walking through quiet woods when you come upon a stone wall running straight…