“Late at night When the wind is still I’ll come flying through your door, And you’ll know what love is for. I am a bluebird,
What if you slept? And what if, In your sleep you dreamed? And what if in your dreams, you went to heaven And there plucked
“The Mountains Are Calling And I must Go.” John Muir Curt Mekemson has just left on a thousand mile chunk of a hike that
No one else looks out upon the world so kindly and charitably as the pedestrian; no one else gives and takes so much from the
Sorrento Italy street side fruit and vegetable stands. So many choices.
“To the complaint, ‘There are no people in these photographs,’ I respond, There are always two people: the photographer and the viewer.” ― Ansel Adams