I am going to die. I am at peace with that. Don't know when, don't know how. I do not fear death in any kind of anxious, chronic way. As long as life holds the promise of good things yet to come, I would prefer not to die but I am not going to make…Read more Fear, Death and Loving Life
In case you are wondering, that's Greek for victory. It is what Pheidippides cried when he reached Athens after the battle of Marathon, whereupon he died from exhaustion. I didn't die from exhaustion (or I wouldn't be writing this) but I was wiped out by the exertion. I have managed to defeat the evil stump by the…Read more Nike!
It's really quite simple. Really. A happy person is one who sees beauty all around them. Every time you see something beautiful, you get a little burst of happy juice. The more beautiful things you see, the happier you'll be. (Looking in the mirror is nice but not a good single solution.) I suppose one way…Read more The Secret to Happiness.
I was challenged to this by a good friend and now I am passing the challenge along. You have 7 days to complete 7 photos. You have to take the photo. It has to be in B&W. No people or words allowed. No descriptive titles. Tell us something about your life. Here are my 7…Read more Seven Day Challenge
https://player.vimeo.com/video/226958858 These amazing time-lapse videos were created last spring by Mike Olbinski, who chases storms each spring on the Great Plains, and has a second job as a wedding photographer in Phoenix. Arizona. I came across his work on a National Geographic web site. via In pursuit of American stormscapes — Phil Ebersole's Blog
Sometimes there is heroism in just staying alive. Reblogged from Martha Ann Kennedy’s blog, “I’m a Writer, Yes, I Am!” You really should look at all her other stuff. It is great!
The Heroism of Mere Survival: Old Heroes
Smart lad, to slip betimes away
From fields where glory does not stay, (Housman)
In my geology class at the university of Colorado back in 1972, I learned about the Crossopterygii, a prehistoric lobe-finned, lung fish; its descendants are all of us, but its most direct and (conservative or cowardly) descendants are dubiously hailed as “living fossils.”
As my professor lectured I imagined a fish determined to escape the slowly drying swamps. He was scared, tentative, and lonely. On his way out, he turned back to his wife, pleading with her to join him. “Honey! Come on. It will be ok.”
She answered (in my story), “You’re crazy! We’ll die! We’re fish!” (Here I will point out that every animal was fish, fish food or both.)
“Look around you! We’re going to die down there. Look at all those corpses!”…
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I haven't actually blogged about a specific hike yet. I figure this is as good a time as any. Last Saturday I went on a hike with three different groups to a lovely spot east of Apple Valley in the San Bernardino mountains. Deep Creek is an extremely popular clothing optional hiking destination. I have met people from…Read more Deep Creek Hot Springs Hike