Old postcard view of the mills above the Highbridge Glens, Cuyahoga Falls, Ohio |
These hills, these sandstone ledges, these streets above where the Cuyahoga makes its sharpest bend: I am seeing them every day with new eyes. Each day I can't wait to set off to explore streets just to see where they go, to plumb river banks to see where they take me.
Some of those journeys and reflections you'll find on this page.
The River Finds Its Way
Crystal Palaces
A Memory of Walnut Trees
Guy Walks Into a Bar: Shine On, Cuyahoga Falls
Lilacs in Tin Foil Vases
A Sudden Change of Scene
Under The Giant Hackberry Tree
Chicken Paprikash on The Little Cuyahoga
Analog Dreams: Reflections on Forty
They Dug The Foundation Deeper
Mother of Presidents
The Last Week of October, In My Old Hometown
You Run til The River Feels Primordial
A Book Bound In Oak
This Town. These Trees. This Sky.
Where The River Burned
The Road From Canton
The Moon When Birds Cast Their Feathers
Abundance
Wooster of The Middle West
Must. Get. Hands. In. Dirt.
Of Red Bricks And New Vineyards
The Next Right Thing
Stalking The Fragrant Catalpa
Mrs. Taylor's Spectacles