Reflections Through My Window in Winter

January 23, 2010 Outside my window the sphere of the ever-changing shape of nature and the human spirit unfolds. Inside, from my desk, the foreground is the peeling white paint on the 84-year-old window.  I must say it is hard to imagine our house existing 84 years ago. I suppose that the afternoon light bathed [...]

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Written Upon Departing from the Biltmore Estate

Shrouded in midwinter fog, the mountains almost seem to blend into the sky the line between the sphere of the Earth and that of the sky becomes blurred. Rain pellets lightly cover the trees, grasses, and stone buildings in an afternoon shower. And yet, through all this we continue to wander through the rough, winding [...]

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