Category Archives: Walking

Tarot #73 : IX The Hermit, travelling the inward path in search of truth and enlightenment.

Posted on November 9, 2018 by randomyriad

“There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar: I love not man the less, but Nature more” … Continue reading →

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An August Morning in Bandon, Ore

Posted on September 6, 2017 by randomyriad

The usual chill breeze did not blow in until after noon.

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In the Blue Space Between Storms.

Posted on May 11, 2017 by randomyriad

We move through explosions of spring.

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More Thoughts from the Land of WTF Just Happened.

Posted on November 22, 2016 by randomyriad

“Tomorrow we shall have to invent, once more, the reality of this world” — Octavio Paz I don’t agree with those that think leaving because of the election is a moral thing to do. It is the practical thing, and I … Continue reading →

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Tolmie State Park Evening

Posted on April 19, 2016 by randomyriad

The tight fist of day Softened in the light Fading over the still water  beyond the rock mossy flat. My footsteps on the bridge as I walked back to the car The sound of wood vibrating.  

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