Category: Philosophy

I keep looking and staring at Mt. Lemmon as it is alive with flames and cabbage head smoke blown by the winds to one side. If I could grasp what I see, I imagine I could see everything else. I feel as I see life through cataracts. One word runs through…

I’m on the verge, often I’m on the verge of seeing into who I am and then it disappears; it is fleeting, and if I don’t capture it, it is gone. As I look back I was romanticized as a young boy by movies and books. I took them seriously,…

I’m at poolside now, late into dusk. In the distance an immense cloud is above the Catalinas. It’s as if a big fist gave a shiner to the sky. A covey of birds, new to me, strut linearly about the pool, mother and chicks. Offbeat bird sounds punctuate the lambent…

Note to the reader: The memoir on Mt. Lemmon was written about 5 years ago; I have been revising it as I go along, here on this blog. Hot again. One area in the Catalina State Park which runs parallel to Oracle Road issues heavy dirigibles of smoke, bulging up,…