Not that kind of high. Welcome to Leadville, the highest city in the United States. (It was almost called Slabtown, but better minds prevailed when they got a post office.) Leadville is one of those old mining towns that dot the Rocky Mountains. These towns hold so much of our Colorado history (which, compared … More Leadville, Colorado || The highest city in the U.S.
It’s official. The human (aka me) is never to leave town again. Bailey had his first taste of boarding this past week. I dropped him off with his bed, two balls, a tug toy, and optimistic hopes that he would give doggie daycare another chance. Nine days later, I picked him up with his bed, … More The Cowardly Golden || So boarding went well…
Hazel turned one of the stink bugs over with the toe of his wet tennis shoe and the shining black beetle strove madly with floundering legs to get upright again. “Well, why do you think they do it?” “I think they’re praying,” said Doc. “What!” Hazel was shocked. “The remarkable thing,” said Doc, “isn’t that they … More Quotes || The remarkable thing
Cannery Row in Monterey in California is a gem, a stink, a grating noise, a quality of light, a tone, a habit, a nostalgia, a dream. Cannery Row is the gathered and scattered, tin and iron and rust and splintered wood, chipped pavement and weedy lots and junk heaps, sardine canneries of corrugated iron, honkey … More “a gem, a stink, a grating noise” || Cannery Row by John Steinbeck
Doc chuckled. “He still building his boat?” “Sure,” said Hazel. “He’s got it all changed around. New kind of a boat. I guess he’ll take it apart and change it. Doc – is he nuts?” Doc swung his heavy sack of starfish to the ground and stood panting a little. “Nuts?” he asked. “Oh, yes, … More Quotes || Seven years on a boat
How can the poem and the sink and the grating noise – the quality of light, the tone, the habit and the dream – be set down alive? When you collect marine animals there are certain flat worms so delicate that they are almost impossible to capture whole, for they break and tatter under the … More Quotes || Let the stories crawl in
Let’s stay little. Not avoid growing up like Peter Pan, but stay little and simple enough to recognize what matters in life. The people in our lives, especially family. The seemingly insignificant moments. Things we so often take for granted ultimately mean the most.
1. None can sense more deeply than you artists, ingenious creators of beauty that you are, something of the pathos with which God at the dawn of creation looked upon the work of his hands. A glimmer of that feeling has shone so often in your eyes when—like the artists of every age—captivated by the … More The Artistic Vocation || Ingenious creators of beauty that you are…
I’ve always wondered how Sarah felt about this letter… Full text: Headquarters, Camp Clark Washington, D.C., July 14, 1861 My Very Dear Wife: Indications are very strong that we shall move in a few days, perhaps to-morrow. Lest I should not be able to write you again, I feel impelled to write a few lines, … More A bit of beauty || The Sullivan Ballou letter
[repost from an old blog] Growing up, the Fourth generally went something like this. All the neighbors would gather for a block party shortly before dark. The dads would pull out their grills while the chaos of kids ran back and forth, house to house, barefoot. There would be a pile of sparklers and poppers. … More On the Fourth