Monthly Archives: September 2013

Frost family grave, Bennington, Vermont. In the entry that follows–some lines from his fall poems.

In the fall we drift along the tree-lined streets of unfamiliar places. Leaves cover everything: sleepy cars and houses sidewalks and our coats. My son drags his foot beside the curb like a street-cleaner but even he admits we could … Continue reading →

(Quiet lake and moment of being at Jasper Park Lodge.)

But the best moments often turn out to be the ones of maximal quiet, peace, and stillness. “I never found the companion that was so companionable as solitude.”–Thoreau

river into falls To activate any photos not showing automatically, click x on any picture.

mist cloud rising

‘washer-bowl’ at bottom of falls

old (primitive) man’s face on rock, right side of falls

rainbow, south side of falls & river

“That is happiness, to be dissolved into something complete and great.”–Willa Cather, My Antonia The river runs 24/7 eternally, beside the rocks. It is only when you get close to someone or something, that you truly know it, intimately. Excited … Continue reading →