Behind a curtain of spruce angling upward, the silent mountain rides the late spring sky. From our vantage atop another mountain, Bald Peak, more a long ridge rising steeply from the vineyards and farms of the Oregon countryside, the stately volcano beckons more ancient longings. The gods rest, but they shall again return to a restless effusion that this wall of trees may one day witness. ♨
The Grand Canyon of the Yellowstone is unlike any other canyon in color, charm, in picturesque calendar-ready beauty, wild and frightening.
The inequities of our investment in food stability seem distant from the calm Ohio landscape. For now all is well on the farm, where at least a few hardworking Americans have earned their good lives.
Review of “The Healing Power of the Santuario de Chimayó: America’s Miraculous Church” by Brett Hendrickson.
Acadia National Park has become infested with an epidemic of automobiles, but many visitors escape the traffic on the refurbished carriage roads where they can enjoy the park by equine-powered carriages, on foot or bicycle.
The moon had my soul as I stepped through the gate into the schoolyard. I listened hard for the sweaty shouts of teammates running ghost-like on the lined fields of memory. Echoes of their gameful cries disperse to memory. My gaze fixes now on an orange line of thin clouds lingering across the pale sky of coming day. ♨
Kiki may be Elvis Presley’s most devoted fan, having moved to Memphis in 1985 from Greece to care for The King’s grave.
