There’s something about immersing myself in a heavy snowfall that stimulates clarity in thinking for me. I don’t mean skiing, or shoveling, or building snowmen in it. I mean immersion as in wading around in it, breathing it in, and alternately… Read More ›
So I seem to have found it difficult to write about my favorite outdoor pursuit – sea kayaking. I’m well into this blog experiment now, and not a mention of it in two years. I’ve wrestled with how to approach… Read More ›
Symbolic of a glorious and prosperous past, Venice also is symbolic of the world we’re poised on the brink of – maybe it could be called the Engineero-zoic Era? ______________________________________________________________________________ Part One: The road to insight is paved with water. … Read More ›
I’m one of those who searches for depth in my relationship to nature. I avoid “attractions” that draw crowds, I often seek meaning for my interactions, and I strive to understand the how’s and why’s of what I see. I… Read More ›
Me and my sparrow Taking the high road Where ever we go, everyone knows, It’s me and my sparrow (*) _________________________________________________________________________________ (*) With deference to the late great Harry Nilsson, and his song “Me and My Arrow” The boat drops us… Read More ›
Noone I knew had visited Uruguay, and few had heard anything about it. I’d read that it’s a peaceful country with a democratically-elected president who is a former freedom-fighter from the 1970’s when Uruguay was ruled by a military junta. … Read More ›
In a world reeling from the bad news of one environmental disaster and natural resource pillage after another, Argentina’s Esteros del Ibera Wetlands National Park stands out as a heartening example of the resiliency of ecological communities. It’s a story… Read More ›
Standing buck-naked in the Rio Grande River, a river-bend upstream of our overnight camp at Lower Falls in the Lower Canyons section of the river between Texas and Mexico, I braced against the current and started wringing the Dr. Bronners… Read More ›
Did you ever wonder how compatible wild pigs would be with sunbathers, rollerbladers, street performers and vendors, joggers, bicycles, flower gardens, games of volleyball, and all the other goings-on that define a city park? Well, I hadn’t either, but I… Read More ›
We watched the vintage 1950 Otter float plane lift off the water and loop over us, leaving us with our three canoes and a rainbow assortment of dry bags and paddles tossed ashore in a nondescript shrub and spruce thicket. … Read More ›