Tomorrow the equinox arrives. Tomorrow ends longer days as we pass through a moment of balance between light and dark.
Even though it is a national park with all of the complicated and historically shifting meanings associated with parks, Yellowstone is also (simultaneously) many other places as well.
The Beatles in Walnut Ridge, Arkansas: murals, a yellow submarine, and an Abbey Road sculpture commemorate the tiny town’s surprise visit in 1964 from the immortal band.
Some days are too long, but most not long enough. My obligations and ambitions pull me in too many directions, and before I know it the day is nearly gone.
Visitors who delight in nature and stunning scenery at places like Acadia National Park often do not realize their aesthetic debt to Protestant reformer and theologian John Calvin.
Going out of town today, heading for a brief respite in the Ozarks. Summer still hangs in the air, although small hints of autumn are beginning to appear. I’m looking forward to quiet and writing. [Daily post 060 of 260 in my year-long challenge.] ♨
Rivers run to seas, and at times reverse course as the tidal pull of the moon pushes the sea back upstream.
A poetic contemplation of a moment caught in a snapshot before a young woman’s life took a cruel turn.
On this sad day of remembrance, I wonder what the seagull recalls from these same crystal blue skies.
Contemplating the legacy of Nathan Bedford Forrest at his grave beneath the remains of a Confederate monument in a Memphis park.
The detourist welcomes unanticipated changes in course, regards the derailment of one’s intentions and ambitions as a normal and agreeable opportunity.
Our complex brains have developed ambitions far beyond our needs and purposes. We race around not even noticing hummingbirds, butterflies, or storm clouds on the far horizon.