Category: Country Life / City Lights

Flying from Jo’burg to George, the hills pass below me like sea-chop – regular, sharp-peaked with white rock tips coming out of the greenish slopes like white caps. In the troughs of the dry valleys, farms are eking out from what moisture there is, probably unaware of the geologic ‘sea’ they float in. It could… Read more

Just got this photo of the group I worked with at Esalen over this last month. Taken at Porter’s Yurt where we worked, high above the Pacific, it includes (from left) Daphne, Nikki, Lars, Rio, Jamie, Peter, Isabel, Jane, BanghHan, Thomas, Geno, Alicia, Marie-Jorge, and Nicole. It was great to work in the loving embrace… Read more

There’s nothing like contrast – from the high foggy cliffs of Big Sur to a late winter storm in Maine: Yesterday I dropped my skis outside the woodshed and took off over the lake and up into the woods. Everything dolloped in white, all the sounds hushed in a virgin coverlet with just the skiit-skiit… Read more

If, as the originals say, your soul must walk to wherever it’s going, then my soul is probably still somewhere in Kansas, as my body whooshed home at 700 mph from dissecting in rainy Phoenix to landing in icy Maine. Hope my soul doesn’t slip on the way. Actually, given the number of miles I… Read more

After a long stretch of ‘mud season’, I am reveling in winter – the snow finally arrived. Because it started wet, there are great gouts of frosting weighing down the pines and because there was wind, there’s a solarized etching of ice on the windward side of the hardwoods. Because it ended dry, french curves… Read more

In what kind of society do so many run amok? My response to the Newtown massacre was immediate, but I had to let it percolate before letting it out. There are a lot of problems with modern America, some breed anger, some sorrow, some, like John Boehner, the Kardashians, and Honey Boo-Boo, breed sarcastic derision.… Read more