Monthly Archives: September 2014

Not all stairs lead to the next …

. In September you walk your garden, seeing that not all crops have produced, not all plants have survived, some trees never even bloomed. You look up in the shattering leaves falling from the autumn’s oaks, knowing not all stairs … Continue reading

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Market Day in Urubamba, Peru, 1975

. My heart beat faster then, not only from the thin air, but from the edge of each day’s living. I can feel the sharp gravel underfoot through my thin gym shoes, I can taste the dust in that thin … Continue reading

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