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November 6 on the Chilkat
Could it be possible that a landscape might have a deep friendship with you? That it could sense your presence and feel the care you extend towards it?- John O'Donohue Monday morning 8:35, almost snowing, a light drizzle and 33 degrees. North wind. High tide. It feels...
Why I Wake Early
This morning at 4:30 Jess and Kevin paddled a yellow canoe to our backyard from an overnight adventure across the inlet. Chip went out and helped them carry the canoe up to the driveway. This is what they don't tell you about midnight sun: it's the mornings that are...
Happy Thursday!
Chip is stretching on the living room floor, pre-bike, and Pearl is snoring up on our bed. (As soon as we leave it, she hops on and stays there until we return from our morning bike ride.) And I want to remind you that there will be a gala ribbon cutting for the...
The Earth Moved Under the Bed
The earthquake was at 3:58 AM 49 miles west of Haines, just over the mountains from my house, toward Yakutat. I suppose on a clear morning I could almost see it from here. It woke me up with a jolt, and as soon as the rolling quit I checked to see if there were...
Goodbye to Glenn
It's a rainy morning, which means a day off from the cycling. I mean, why ride in the rain when you don't have to? We've had so many nice days this spring that a little rain is a relief. It's a good day to finish the obituary of my friend Glenn, he lived in Juneau,...
Sunday’s Thought
"For today, each moment is prickly with detail and can only be made sensible by love."- John Straley from the poem "The Map and Territory of Love."
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I am using an iPad, and the wi - fi is sketchy and I can only read about ten lines at a time in my text -- so please forgive me any errors and if you repost, maybe you will fix them for me? ... Oh I am such a Luddite.