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Contentment
I’ve stood near (not too near) the rim of the 355′ precipice across from Victoria Falls in Zimbabwe– a lifelong dream come true that still feels like a dream. I leaned into near hurricane force winds above roiling waters, crashing waves, and stinging rain at Acadia National Park, then painted it in the shelter of my car. I’ve played on white sands and swum in the blue waters of St. Thomas, gawking at many colored fish of all sorts of shapes and sizes. I’ve marveled at the geysers of Yellowstone National Park, and I’ve been filled with wonder at mountains, forests, whales, and much more in Alaska. This evening Lyska…
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Winter Beauty
Our cold spell of arctic-like temperatures has ended, and the snow that has blanketed ground, rocks, and shrubs is starting to melt. While many people are rejoicing that today is predicted to hit 46 degrees, I am a bit sad. I’ve delighted in clear, crisp days and star-besprent nights. Bundled in layers of down and wool, snowshoes or micro spikes on my feet, I have tramped the steep hills above the Hudson River most days, Lyska or Ramble gamboling through snow up to their chests or higher. On sunny days with little or no wind I could even sit on a bench and sketch. Those walks, sometimes first thing in…