out on the sidewalks and streets
these are the days (nay, weeks) for paying attention and stepping with care
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standing in the crossfade
While on my walk today, I felt warm spring sun slip into our icebox .
sunset picture #######
standing at the edge of town watching the sun go downnever gets old
Russian Jack Park
Skiing across trails of memory, I stopped at the bridge to say thanks.
Beauty in motion
Waxwings light in treetopsthen explode to the sky in synchronized flight
shadows and light
Mellow late day sun plays in the cloudsbrightening the slop where I stand.
Limping through Winter With A Smile
Living in hard places can be okay if your people are there too.
Alaska Tips
If your spring break plans include a picnic in the park,pack a shovel.
sunday afternoon
Following trails through the mountainsbeneath a great big skyI am small.
Dear Dotties
When snow falls in piles taller than you standand spring delays,I’m sorry.
Anticipatory Hope
We watch for the day winter melts awayand we shall feast in spring green.
The weight of a Preposition
Ashes to AshesDust to Dustthis life held in a common, small word
how it started
We lived in a house at the western edge of town when our boys were young and Alaska was brand new (to us). From the other side of that gate We learned how to say home. That was before we left. And then came back. Sometimes I walk by and remember. See Also: Marking 6 Months and Finding Home …
How the Word is Passed – Clint Smith
The history of slavery is the history of the United States. It was not peripheral to our founding; it was central to it. It is not irrelevant to our contemporary society; it created it. This history is in our soil, it is in our policies, and it must, too, be in our memories. – Clint …
another subzero day
ice rainbows, light pillars lift the fog and there’s the rime water in play
looking ahead to looking back
and I used to walk the dog in morning dark at 10 below,I’ll say.
doting on dotties
Six churr-full hens on winter holiday accept room service with thanks.