Category: Mountain Dreams

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Testing Picasa BlogThis! I had not tried this in a while. Seems to have worked this time…

 Fred First has a piece up this morning that really speaks to those of us who listen to the voice of those sacred places we discover in life. The photo he posted with the story almost brings the voice of Nameless Creek to life. I can imagine the fireflies beginning to flash their welcome to the night as dusk grows

In South Texas where my Grandpa Sewell was raised, snakes are a big deal…A really BIG deal. Western Diamondback Rattlesnakes of six feet and longer are common. In the summer and fall 0f 1972, when I lived with my grandparents, we tanned a rattlesnake skin that was over eight feet long and about eighteen inches wide at the widest point.

From Verlyn Klinkenborg of The New York Times comes this paragraph today… Nearly every image of nature I have ever come across misses the sense of intricate confusion underfoot in the woods, the thickets of goldenrod collapsing into each other along the roadsides, the rotting tusks of fallen beeches broken against the western hillside. It almost never makes sense to

I have a lot to be thankful for in this past year. It was a little over a year ago that I stumbled into the online Floyd County community and met (virtually) Fred, Colleen, Doug and David and all of their friends in Floyd County, Va. It was their examples that led me to start this blog (so, if you

Riding the Ferry on Galveston BayOf all of the photo’s from this year, this is the one the snaps… The printed version in my office always gets a positive response.

As I run out the clock on 2006 with some time off at home I find myself falling into my old (very old) ways of late nights and sleeping in mornings. I hope everyone out there reading this made it through the Christmas celebrations well and happy. I know we seem to have lived through another one without a major

“‘Tis the morning of Christmasand all through the housenot a creature is stirringnot even my spouse” As I sit this morning drinking my coffee and enjoying the still, quiet house I can’t help but remember Christmas’ past. Back before the youngest member of this household was 16 going on 25…In those days you were up half the night helping Santa

As I was looking at my blogger dashboard the other day I noticed I was coming up on an anniversary of sorts and this post is it…This post is number 200 on this blog. That really doesn’t mean much, I suppose, to any one but me. And the real meaning of the number is that I managed to keep putting