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I don’t like Mondays

Forty years ago, on Monday, January 29, 1979, a 16-year-old girl took a rifle and fired thirty times at the elementary school across her house. She killed two people and...

Summer evenings

I stopped counting the mosquito bites a few sunsets ago and instead scratch them without thinking. But you know when I think about the mossies the most? When they are not...

Learning something new: making spoons

Diogo is a very skilled guitar builder who works with European woods- so lots of experience with wood, something I don't know much about, but one can always learn from...

Inside my sketchbook

It's been a while since I posted my sketches. Some days I forget, but now it's also been a while since new ones found their way to the good old...

Wednesday Wanderings (18)

While I'm typing on my laptop, thinking back about the past week, grey drops of rain fall from the sky and do their very best to hold on to little...

Wednesday Wanderings (17)

Under a blue sky, the water levels are rising everywhere around us. Snow and ice from a long and cold winter melts into creeks and rivers, all the way back...

Not all there is to know, we can see.

There is an emptiness, a void, that has to be filled with the wild air that wanders from the mountains back to the sea. We watch but don't see what...

Wednesday Wanderings (15)

There is no way to deny it, Spring is taking over from Winter. And I must admit, I'm not entirely ready for this bright white world to melt into a...

Wednesday Wanderings (14)

  So many people live within unhappy circumstances and yet will not take the initiative to change their situation because they are conditioned to a life of security, conformity, and conservation,...

Wednesday Wanderings (12)

I can't move. An extremely tired dog is sleeping on my feet. And interrupting that would be a crime against cuteness.  I sit on my bed with my computer on...

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