It was five years ago. I’ll never forget it and I was safe and dry 2000 miles away.
But, my sense of America changed–no, ‘ruptured’ is the right verb- that week. Permanently ruptured as geologic plates alter landscapes in an … Read the rest
When It Sticks
When something is beautiful, it simply is.
No qualifications needed.
No website apologies.
No pleas for privacy.
No excuses.
When the snow sticks, this is your road–and you better arrive early before the sun or wind makes it all disappear.… Read the rest