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Eskimo Blue Day

Sometimes when the cold winter wind screams, seeming to carry nothing but cruelty and pain, it can seem like the best thing to do is scream back. Feet planted and shoulders squared, lean in and let loose with a howl, a yowl or a yelp. Play with the tone and vary the pitch, high low or otherwise, but always, always keep the volume right where it should be, turned up all the way to 11. Continue Reading »

This Ain’t Walden

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“Thank God men cannot as yet fly and lay waste to the sky as well as the earth!”

-Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862)

Halcyon, Revisited

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It wasn’t long ago that the hillsides seemed afire and I missed fish after fish, standing slack-jawed in awe, bathed in radiant light. Continue Reading »

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