There was a fly buzzing back and forth in the house tonight and not being able to catch it was a real annoyance. I remembered purchasing some fly strips months ago and put one inside a lampshade. After a while I noticed the fly no longer flew back and forth …
We live about a mile and a half west of Marietta Square, north of Atlanta. At night we can hear the whistles of north and southbound trains as they journey through the city. It is actually a very soothing and lonely sound that does not disturb and in a sense …
Bicycling, like flying, is an extension of our mind. In dreams we fly through forests passing swiftly between trees down gullies and over rises. We never touch the branches, wings never hit the trees, faster and faster, the senses are keen, the judgment analytical at first, then natural. The right …
Height and strength are irrelevant, how handsome or beautiful does not matter, what is owned or in the bank is of no consequence, no matter how aggressive or right you might be, no matter how much in control or able to make things happen, no matter how many graduate degrees …
Why would anybody want to reach the destination? The destination is only a stop along the way.
I was only a small child during WW2 and obviously too young to understand what it was like to fear for ones personal safety and family security. But, as a young man in my early twenties, I became a prime candidate for a conflict that was the result of later …
Water and rock are so different yet so alike. Both from the same star material, one rigid and hard and the other malleable and disbursed. One is immovable in the moment, easily redirecting the other, yet worn to silt in time by persistence – one on a continuous ever-changing journey, …