You Talkin' to Me?

Taking a brisk morning walk down Fifth Avenue on the way to the Metropolitan Museum of Art, I got this gift. What else do I need? 

Going with the Flow

Susquehanna River, 2016

Here we are, just saying hello. I've lost the thread and won't say that I have picked it up again, but will make an effort in that direction. The humid weight of summer weighs down, one day at a time, until there are no days left. As the last days of July flow into August, the light and leaves turn dusky with time. There is only this as it always has been, as the pull of summer tries to eke out one more day, or many. Thirsty to hold as much water in my hands as I can, I know it won't wait for me. 

Saturday Sauna

"I'm realistic, not a dreamer." 

-T.M. 

Sometimes you just have to call it like it is. 

I Want To Name You Dot, But Apparently Something Like Princess Dutchie Pie Is In The Running

I don't know what to say, other than WHAT IS CUTER THAN A DUCKLING IN A BOWL?

Maybe a fluffy yellow chick or one of those kittens with the giant eyes, but this is pretty darn cute. 

Welcome, new friend!

I know, I know...

...to the three of you who may have occasionally read my blog, oh, say, back in the eighties maybe? ...I finally posted something new. As the colors of fall surrounded us on our hike last weekend, I was reminded how quickly things change. Leaves, kids, circumstances, the details and the big things too. Thanks, fall, for the reminder!

One Thousand and Forty-three Steps

We took a trip to the woods to the Thousand Steps Trail in Mifflintown, Pa. It was a more arduous journey for some than for others. The smartest person volunteered to be in charge of BOTH of the dogs, who were a cheerful and willing sled team for their driver. We saw a long black snake and a winding river when we got to the top, and a young Amish couple hiking in their bare feet on the way down. 

I guess a lot has happened since my last blog post one hundred years ago, but this is what inspired me to post again. These people, who fill my heart with love and are an extension of my own being, convened in the woods with happy smiles and the simple enjoyment of each other. I wish it were more like this!

Sunday Sauna

"Hot minutes take a lot longer than regular minutes."

-G.

Moments of Dahlia

This just happened.

State College dahlias, holding out in the cold fall air. 

How hardy am I? 

I am not at all, and rely on my bath and fleece and down to get me through. 

I understand when my water bill goes up from too much bathing, and suddenly the charm of an old house becomes a bit less charming. 

Our drafty windows and cold floors make me wonder where summer has gone. 

The dahlias remind me. 

spidey sense?

Dark Forest (The Game), Part One (Actually Part One-Hundred And Sixty-Seven But This Is The First Blog Post)

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to get through this thing called life."

Sephira and Isabelle (pictured above) thought that the Gods would protect them here. 

However...

"Umm, I have a question..."

Worry passes over the brow of the young one. 

Anxiously expectant ... the stomping sounds of... 

...the lost soul of the Black Witch, who is seeking the Young Ones -

the Ones who have entered the Dark Forest and come out alive, 

therefore giving hope to the people,

if even for a brief moment.

Nevertheless, despite their hope-lending qualities, 

they ended up in the klink. 

As I, your humble narrator, did as well. 

It's cold in here.