Rhythmic Rambling
Hermit Trail—Grand Canyon I can sense but not see their number. Night introduces them as individuals, complementing the quiet serenity accompanying me on this trail. They seem to be comfortable with the cool, dark air, enjoying their brief respite from a reality of too much sun and too little water. More come into view, morning … Continue reading Hermit Trail–Grand Canyon
My time here will be brief. Arriving before sunset, I will leave with receding light. The known and the unknown, the unrelenting perfection of the Tetons, the randomness of wildlife—it all combines to bring me here, to bring me back. Stopping, I gaze at a carefully constructed pile of twigs and sticks, their apparent random … Continue reading Snake River Dam
This post is a deviation, I shy away from poetry. But, late one night I woke from a sound sleep with these words running through my head. Rather than rely on my groggy memory, I scribbled them on a scrap of paper, then drifted back to my dreams. . . . rain falls water flows … Continue reading Giving Back
The parking lot is full, an indication of this trail’s popularity. A gentle, forested one mile walk in Utah’s Uinta Mountains will take us to the lake. We will share the trail with a multitude of hikers, more than I normally associate with the outdoors, but one in our group has limited ability, we cannot … Continue reading Wall Lake–October 2006
Pictures, photographs, images—words describing a dimensionally-limited medium, one that constrains our senses and reduces our world to a flat, motionless image. Yet, given the right tools, an artist can weave emotion and imagination into her work, an artist can replace time and distance with depth. With proper framing and lighting a frozen image can become … Continue reading The Future of my Past
A fall trail beckons with color. A soft breeze sifts a motivational morning chill through light layers, warm blood flows under cool skin, legs drive me uphill, moving me forward, generating warmth. Winter lies ahead, summer, now part of my past, is blending with the pleasant memory of many seasons. Seasons define the passage of … Continue reading Living at the Edge
I want to be everywhere; I don’t want to leave anywhere. We are strangers. A confluence of diverse backgrounds, distant homes, variations in culture and different expectations, drawn together by the Yellowstone Institute—held together by the gravity of a common bond, a love of places wild. The narrow trail suggests solitude, focusing thought; not many … Continue reading The Confluence
