Julie lay under a light cotton sheet watching the shadows dance across the ceiling of her room. The candle in its holder sat on the nightstand, and a slight breeze coming in through the open window caused the flame to flicker casting sinuous forms of light and dark above. The sun had set amid gathering storm clouds, and the golden tinge around the edges of the clouds on the horizon gave the western sky a warm glow. Then, all was darkness as the storm moved in off the ocean. It was now past 10:00 o’clock, and a warm rain was falling outside. Julie felt restless, and not a bit sleepy. Continue reading
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Anne watched the grains of sand slip through the pinched waist of the hourglass, as the daylight hours edged toward evening. It was still light out, but night was coming on, and crickets were tuning up their bodies in anticipation of an evening concert. Anne was fascinated with the tumbling particles of sand as they landed silently atop the growing cone below, while the surface above dimpled and slow-moving grains eased down the sides of glass, then through the upper opening like so much shifting desert sand.
On Nov. 18, 1995, Itzhak Perlman, the violinist, came on stage to give a concert at Avery Fisher Hall at Lincoln Center in New York City. If you have ever been to a Perlman concert, you know that getting on stage is no small achievement for him. He was stricken with polio as a child, and so he has braces on both legs and walks with the aid of two crutches. To see him walk across the stage one step at a time, painfully and slowly, is an awesome sight. He walks painfully, yet majestically, until he reaches his chair.
In July 0f 1995 I went on an 11 day photography tour of the Arctic National Wildlife Refuge (ANWR) with photographer Barbara Brundege – We were dropped off by bush plane at the headwaters of the Canning River in northeastern Alaska where we took river rafts down the river ultimately to within 5 miles of the Beufort Sea. This is a second view from the seat next to the pilot as he searched for a landing spot on one of the rocky slips alongside the river…
In late 2006 we visited Eugene as an extended family in the process of narrowing down possible cities to move to from homes in California – In downtown Eugene near Ken Kesey Plaza we came across this local apparition who made us who grew up in Berkeley right at home – Shortly afterwards we all decided we loved Eugene for it’s atmosphere and ambiance, the University of Oregon, the Hult Cultural Center, and the friendly people we met during our short visit….By mid-2007 we had all moved to Eugene and began the process of settling into our new community…
A light snow blanketed the hillsides across the deep valley, as glaciers graced the ancient and high ridges beyond. A full midnight moon shone over the land, casting a silvery blue over all the Realm. The night was still, with nary a whisper of wind, and a sense of expectancy hung in the crisp night air. Over the past fortnight, rumors of war circulated widely, and reports of movements of the mighty armies of the Dark Lord, MaleProp, passed the lips of travelers coming from beyond the Tranquillity Mountains.
Barbara W. Tuchman; Alfred A. Knopf, New York; 1984; pg. 234.
Jason sat under the swinging sign in front of the old hotel. Colleen had gone back inside to the gift shop to buy a postcard for her mom, and because of the stifling heat Jason had elected to wait outside. Sitting in the shade gave the illusion that it was cooler, though he knew it wasn’t really true. Colleen