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Flickering Through
Today I embark on a trip I’ve already been on for almost two weeks or has it been two decades. When did it start, this story of aging, and it’s consequences when hadn’t it started? My father is having trouble with his health with maintaining his health with the upkeep of the mortal animal.…
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Falling (again) Farther From the Tree
I’m trying to resist the temptation of feeling like we have been set adrift. Falling hither and yon. Adrift … set adrift by me. Or worse, is it just me drifting and Roxanne is being pulled along by force … such a terrible thing to do to the love of your life. I hope it…
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To Love, To Day, ne’er comes To Morrow.
One of the most precious things about living in Tucson, for us, is the Santa Catalina Mountains. The image below, by William Lesch, gets some of their grandeur across. About half way into our hour-long drive to the trail-head, just as we are about to leave Tucson and begin climbing, the view of the mountain…
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To know Love
If there is anything I want, it is that they know. I want them to know what we were like. What we were really like. Not just us being happy, or just us being mad. Not just us being glamorous, or sexy, but what we felt, what we valued, what we found – our joy,…
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wander wiggle walk
Where does all our time go.And after it, whence do we? And does it matter if what you’ve done is lasting, great or true. Aren’t all those relevant at grander scales as well? So must I ask – why did we begin, and how else to better be, than to be here and in Love.…
Photographs. Sort of.