In St. James Walkway in central New Zealand, E. and I had a trail all to ourselves in March 2005. We were ushering in the break of fall. The first morning of the trail when we clambered out of our camper van to start the four day hike, the frost and the searing cold air [...]
April 6, 2008
Erasing My Track
April 6, 2008
Finding a Voice
The beagle continues to bellow from a lower apartment in the courtyard. He is learning his voice, E. says. We see him bay out in fear of moving leaves and shadows in the evening. He cries in the morning, his voice breaking at the last minute. He turns around to see if he is chastised by his [...]
