On Watching A Group of Snails Cross the Sidewalk
There must have been about a dozen of them, each making its own slow, stately progress across the sidewalk, antennae probing the air in slow motion, pinwheeling like the limbs of a cartoon character that’s just walked off the edge of a cliff, waving around like the tentacles of a sea anemone. They formed an [...]
On Climbing La Lance, III
This is the final posting on this topic, I promise… After reaching our destination–the old farmhouse in the middle of a lush meadow near the summit–we threw ourselves down on the grass and enjoyed the well-earned view. The kids, some of whom had been complaining the whole way up the mountain, dispersed to explore the [...]
On Painting La Lance
It was late afternoon and my wife was sitting on a wall making a watercolor of the landscape before her, the landscape of La Lance: steep, green mountains on either side, another craggy line of peaks on the horizon, and down below, cupped in the palm of the valley, the church and handful of houses [...]
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