Over the Labor Day weekend, I went backpacking in the Arroyo Seco river. I am not much into backpacking, hadn’t done that in over a decade in fact. This one sounded easy enough though: about 10 miles in 3 days along the riverbed with nice pools to swim in, under the trees and other pretty nature. Ten miles is nothing, right? Various people from the same crowd have done this for years, we’ve heard. Usually, in 2 days, we’ve heard. Continue reading “Arroyo Seco Dinner Grace”
Paul’s old friend Randin was passing through the area on a didgeridoo tour. Paul organized house concerts for him in San Francisco and Oakland.
San Francisco concert, at the communal house where Paul lives, was magnificent. Continue reading “West, Westward Wind Travelers”
The picture was taken in Oxford, early Spring
The man-made wall is (presumably) ancient, solid, dead. The tree, the sky, the bird are light and transient.
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Half and Half.”
Walking around in the residential area abloom off Alberta Street has been one the highlights of the Portland Tango Marathon.
Offer love, trade in time
Say yes, accept yes only
Be the earth, be the fire, be the water
Be the magic
Close the door, shift the doorway
Close the accounts before travel
Then dance
Love letters understated 