A Tribute To Uncle Andy. RIP
I posted this photo and writing just over a month ago. Today we received news that Uncle Andy has passed away. I wrote this a month ago in hopes I’d get to see him again soon, but it’s not to be. I wanted to share this image and these words…
A Borrowed Moment in Q’eros.
Cheeks lay bare an unquenchable and unattainable thirst for moisture and respite from the unrelenting high altitude sun. Scars will indelibly remind him of the harsh realities of existing above 15,000 feet, higher than most people will ever stand in their entire lives. But will he ever even see himself…
A Porter’s Life in the Khumbu: Superhuman Tragedy
230 pounds push his sinewy body forward with unrelenting force. A freight train unable to swiftly cease. Lonesome and solemn. Eyes fixated on the dusty path. The neck frozen stiff in place, hands delicately pushed against his face providing a center equilibrium so his body doesn’t unexpectedly torque. Sweat trickles…
Father and Son Wyoming Winter Road Trip. Cherished Moments.
Visual musings from my flawed and human cerebral. Attempting to navigate away from the daily inundation and upheaval. Not willing to accept myriad narratives promoting evil and the deceitful. Run for the hills seeking nature’s guaranteed reprieve. Solace and peaceful. Basking in the dreamful.
Prairie Poetry: Musings from “Flyover Country”
In October 2020, I completed a 4,000 mile road trip. I was running from lots of thoughts and painful feelings as our country was in turmoil. I needed space to breathe and to find that sense of wonder and beauty in the world again.