Category Archives: Monkeyshines

Yesterday a complete stranger bought me lunch, and it was good. But in the big room many chairs were empty, and only one of us Sat on the side with the ones he did not know.

Nature reclaims the old hotel’s outside even as the new owners renovate the lobby. The fences do not hold. Even the trees make secrets of trodden paths.

In this park the oaks and magnolias tower overhead. The creek bed is deep, but the water is shallow, revealing its egg-shaped rocks. Thus, the ground is at loge level, a mezzanine between canopy and the underground.

I crossed this bridge when I came to it. And then I crossed it again to have a better look.

I imagine that I’m following the river overland, no signs of man for days.  Yes, there are still places that is possible. I come to this bridge.  In actuality it is still in regular use, but I can imagine it … Continue reading →

Underneath the bridge at the Clark County line, the river flows gently in the cool winter afternoon. It is quiet today, and the sun thickens the February-thin air, warming it in spirit if not in fact.

Well, I got hacked!  Congratulations to the geniuses behind that little caper, as they managed not only to interrupt a tiny personal blog that no one even looks at, but also to completely squander the opportunity to use their hacking … Continue reading →

That is all.

Eight responses to eight questions posed by Dave over at Via Negativa–nicely done, Dave! My responses can’t possibly measure up.  My own questions follow the set. Is half a stone still a whole stone? If the heart is hard it doesn’t … Continue reading →