Dreamscape

dreamscape02Julie 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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The Whispering Sands of Kalakoum

desert04Anne 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. Continue reading →

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To Do With What You Have

Jack Riemer, Houston Chronicle: February 10, 2001~

Itzhak Perlman_02On 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. Continue reading →

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Arctic National Wildlife Refuge II

ANWR02In 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…

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Eugene Welcoming Committee ~ 2006

OregonMove_101206_001In 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…

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Fall Of the House of ThunderBane

merlin02A 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. Continue reading →

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The March of Folly: From Troy to Vietnam

March of Folly_01Barbara W. Tuchman; Alfred A. Knopf, New York; 1984; pg. 234.

Barbara W. Tuchman in her volume, “The March of Folly,” describes in painful detail the processes that individuals and groups pursue in spite of commanding evidence that the path chosen is foolishness to the extreme, the existence of viable alternatives clearly known by the participants, and how ample cautionary indicators fail to prevent the ongoing pursuit of such goals. She treats the classic folly of Troy and the Trojan horse, the Renaissance Popes, who nearly destroyed the Roman Catholic Church, the actions of the British against a Continue reading →

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Ghost Riders of the Mist

ghost_riders02Jason 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 Continue reading →

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Cherrios & Racism: Anthropology 101-Post Script

Race is a pretty delicate and volatile issue. It isn’t a simple matter. It is one of the many elephants we have in our proverbial living rooms we don’t often talk about. And unfortunately in our complex social encounters it is often a person of color who raises the issue and for their efforts is accused of playing “the race card.” I know, it’s happened to me. But here’s the thing: It matters that the issue be raised in those circumstances when something blatantly unjust or wrong or racist occurs. The thing itself as a negative Continue reading →

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Cheerios & Racism: Anthropology 101-Part III

So you think you’re racism free? You think you don’t see color? You believe you see the humanity in a person and don’t see the color of their skin or the slant of their eyes? You believe that your parents raised you right and laid a foundation of values to see people outside of skin color? Okay, maybe so. Some parents do a better job of this training than others, and most who attempt this have good intentions. Continue reading →

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