Over this past week, my two daughters have caught my attention once again. Both are beautiful in their own mysterious, sweet way — reminiscent of their radiant, dark-eyed mother. Both play my heartstrings like a master plays a strativarius, and both are young girls rapidly
Their mission: to knock off as many tin cans as possible from their precarious perch on the rotting log. To catch and release water dwellers with flies and lures of brightest hue. Their arsenal: a crossman bb gun, a wrist-rocket slingshot, 3 conventional rods (various)
I live in a place where seeing the stars on a crystal summer night is commonplace; the edison lights of strong cities are distant and enveloped in the blackness of velvet, maritime nights. The beautiful truth about gazing at the stars is not that one
Recently I was standing on the stage floor of the amphitheatre in the ancient city of Phillipi. Within the 50 or so square feet where I was standing, Paul would have been one of many whose blood would have soaked the soil centuries eariler released
I’ll be out on some vacation in Prince Edward Island over the next week, so I may not have net access to post. I’ll do what I can, but expect next Monday to be the next kick at the can. Till then, I’d love your
