Across the Lines of Straighter Darker Trees

January 2, 20261 Comment

I ran a slow and steady pace up to the hut on the side of New Hampshire’s Mount Lafayette on this, the second morning of the new year. It’s a mountain I know perhaps better than any other, having worked and lived in its shadow for many years. Its profile, as painted by my late … Continue reading Across the Lines of Straighter Darker Trees

The dance of self and place

May 3, 2020May 4, 20203 Comments

I awoke this morning missing mountains. It seems strange that after a longer outing yesterday that took me up and down nearly 8,000 feet over 100 kilometres of cycling I would miss the mountains, but I think that yesterday’s adventure kindled a sense of self I have missed these past months — the feeling of … Continue reading The dance of self and place