Poetry

About a year ago now, I bought a magazine of poetry. It inspired me; felt like the words were art and they spoke to the philosophy of life.

But after a year subscription I think it was more hope than reality. Good poetry inspires, uplifts, reminds, possesses me-- more than all other form of the written word... but it is much harder to find any that is readable. More often it comes up trite... the message too simple without the profound, too personal without the connection to the audience, too... boring. And it is a lot of work to get to boring!

New layers, visions of joy

Liberty Pass - Ruby Mtns Panarama

Getting up in the mountains around here is always an amazing day. It was funny because I ran into a colleague coming down the hill who had eaten lunch and was heading home to clean... and that was my plan for the day too! Hike, eat lunch, clean. It was a very successful day by any definition.

Sketching, Playing with the Sunset

sketching

Sunset

Sunsets continue to be fabulous around these parts. I took a few minutes to try to convey what they are like, including the horizon ones from earlier in the week.

Ranching