Ripples In The High Water

Sad soft ripples forget the hills upon which the snows fell. They run down the valleys into southerly forgetfulness. When these drops exit the lonely land via the great Mississippi; the journey begins again. -Ezra

A Clutter-Free Life

Lately I have become obsessed with the idea of a clutter free life; and consequently a clutter free mind. There is an old saying: β€œThe more you own; the more what you own, owns you.” I really have begun to feel that way. it seems that I am simply full of stuff. Little things that… Continue reading A Clutter-Free Life

Dreary Winter

Now in the midst of dreary winter, while the hills wear their white mantles, I sense a withering of will, and a drying up of muscle. When buds burst into leaves, I also break out in motion, powering against the rusted pedals, to rush down that path of leaves; rustling. . Wintry winds tear at… Continue reading Dreary Winter

R.L Allan Bibles: Oh The Choices…….

Above is a color edited photo of the Allan Longprimer 53br (bottom) and the Allan Brevier Clarendon 6C (top) I ordered both of these bibles looking for a lifelong investment, but am having terrible trouble deciding between them. I cant really justify keeping both of them (because together they cost more than $300) and besides… Continue reading R.L Allan Bibles: Oh The Choices…….

Faries In The Wild

Faries In The Wild, a photo by Ezra Hilyer on Flickr. I caught one for only a moment. An edited artistic photo of Scarlette, I think it looks like a fairy in the Glen. πŸ™‚

Poetic Coffee

Poetic Coffee, a photo by Ezra Hilyer on Flickr. There is something deeply poetic about coffee. The grinder pulverizing the beans, the ritual tamping of the fresh grounds, and that beautiful smell when the first coal-black drops of liquid cascade into the cup. When the steamer sings its song; and the union of sound, sight,… Continue reading Poetic Coffee

Walking To Live.

Walking To Live., a photo by Ezra Hilyer on Flickr. So what do you do when there is no time in the day left to be human? No second free in the daily routine to simply be a man under the open sky? You walk. Early in the morning, you walk to work, and when… Continue reading Walking To Live.

A Light

There is a light in your eyes; I can not explain its source. Perhaps you can; has there ever been a moment that held you in sway? When you scarce could bear to move lest you break the sweet spell of silence. What ever it was that triggered that spark of thought/feeling I do not… Continue reading A Light

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