April 24, 2021

Reflections on a Pandemic Spring leading into Summer: “What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness.” John Steinbeck, Travels With Charley: In Search of America   Opposites.   In The Mahabharata there are many references to the pairing of opposites. Winter ends and spring begins. There are… Read More

February 24, 2021

“To observe attentively is to remember distinctly.” Edgar Allan Poe WINTER SHARDS My earliest memories are composed of winter shards. On frosty mornings, cradling a cup of coffee and gazing through ice rime on the window, I conjure a late winter. Within the internal reel of episodic memory I view slabs of ice that beach… Read More

February 16, 2021

Ice is unstable, unpredictable. A sheen of crystal can cause tires to spin out. The surface of a frozen lake can give way. On a cold Pacific Northwest day, wind chill kicks up a notch and I am reminded of past winters and higher latitudes. Today the Writer Elkhound’s keen eyes track crows half-flying, half-blown… Read More

February 2, 2021

Some words are steep. A cliff edge that dares the speaker to leap. Other words bubble to the surface when you cannot sleep. Or are found pressed like flowers between the pages in memory’s hefty book. Words can be spice or icing, a fortress wall that repels or a sound that entices. Wherever they come… Read More

January 24, 2021

A dusting of snowfall transports me to distant winters and the stillness of early mornings at the edge of a wilderness. The whisper and long shhhhhhhhh of skis on new snow. Impending weather and the stillness between acts. Winter sky that is the blue of yearning. drifting Clear light glints, collects, worries loose long ice… Read More

January 17, 2021

“All my life I’ve looked at words as though I were seeing them for the first time.” Ernest Hemingway Brimming with New Year’s resolutions, I find most of them have to with words. I continue to work on a novel that is nearly where it needs to be, on the illustrations and text of a… Read More

January 2, 2021

“I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape – the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn’t show.” Andrew Wyeth The wind folded, ice creased leaves. Summer leftovers. Lingering green ripples beneath a spangling of chill stars. I savor this… Read More

October 31, 2020

“Suddenly the day was gone, night came out from under each tree and spread.” Ray Bradbury, The Halloween Tree A month of urgency: the tipping from fall into winter. The waxing of a moon. The chilling of air. I peer through a mental View Master at the vivid memories of Alaskan Halloweens: frosted in snow,… Read More

July 21, 2020

“But nature is always more subtle, more intricate, more elegant than what we are able to imagine.” ― Carl Sagan,The Demon Haunted World, Science as a Candle in the Dark. “Why are there trees I never walk under but large and melodious thoughts descend upon me?” ― Walt Whitman Branches form an arcade. Spruce and… Read More

June 17, 2020

“The words echoed around the cavern and broke through mere rock, so great was the force behind them, melted mere mountains, screamed across the miles.” Terry Pratchett I’ve been watching the news, the weather, the pandemic reports from our nation and the world. However, the Writer Elkhound reminds me there is work to be done.… Read More