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    Wednesday, 22 November 2017

                                                             The fading season —                             when all the trees have darkened                             but before the snow —                             I build a fire in the grate      
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    Friday, 10 November 2017

    As luck would have it, I was going to spend last Saturday night in Las Cruces, New Mexico. I drove my daughter to the small town of Deming (about an hour west of there) where she could catch the Sunset Limited heading east to New Orleans. Rail travel
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    Thursday, 05 October 2017

    I'm sitting here listening to thunder booming and rain drops hitting my water barrel...almost like water torture. Another day, another deluge. The yearly monsoon was something of a dud but we have more than made up for it in the last ten days. It all
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    Tuesday, 29 August 2017

    (Upon the occasion of a visit to an old cow camp.)   These last few years I’ve grown right fond of Cowboy poetry. It’s sometimes rude and often crude but it brings a smile to me.         These guys would live far from a town and tell a ta
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    Friday, 04 August 2017

    OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAToday the sky rises as a vault of a baroquian chapel ringed with clouds and vapors. Where are the cherubs? There should be cherubs. Somebody cue the Angels. The purest blue. The flawless White. Bring out the palette of colors in between. Look up!! I

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Monika Schott A rickety bridge
18 November 2017
Thanks, Di.
Diane Rampertshammer A rickety bridge
17 November 2017
Pure poetry - very evocative - you are a painter with words..Di
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Thanks for the comments. Rosy -- I look at this sort of social conversation as a healthful thing for...
Rosy Cole First Song
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This is almost like a memory of birth, reviving those sensations, but translated in imagistic terms....
Rosy Cole Lamenting the Lost Art of Conversation
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Oh Ken, how rare that is! A gift. What a lovely sojourn in the byways and an unexpected exchange of ...

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