Quaintrelle

Finished reading Mary Oliver's book of prose, Long Life yesterday. Before she passed away (a week ago), it was and still is my goal to...

"And here I build a platform, and live upon it, and think my thoughts, and aim high. To rise, I must have a field to rise from. To...

Like most, I spent the week in anticipation. Precipitation anticipation. As much as I claim myself to be a realist, I can't help but be a...

Over the past several years, I've looked out windows and thought of Mary. The act of looking out a window is to look outside yourself....

On this day last year, I was walking on thin ice. It was a Tuesday--a 12 hour work day--and a thin layer of ice and snow blanketed the...

Another long, 12-hour work day but I did manage to write a terrible poem, start a terrible story, start a directionless essay, and I drew...

Blue bird morning. The term "blue bird" is often used to describe a clear, sunny day following a day of snow. This morning was blue and...

Woke up to about an inch of snow. Drove up to Wopsy--the Allegheny Front--with Silas because I knew it would be magical up there. The ice...

It was 28 degrees when Silas and I began our hike at Canoe Creek State Park this morning. I want to get a lay of the land since I'll be...

It's finally the SWEETKEND. Another 12-hour work day behind me; however, I am bound for some good hiking and exploring this weekend. It's...