A journey into the Colombian Amazon to explore ancient rock art prompts thoughts of Loren Eiseley and innumerable unanswered questions.

Note: This was written somewhat on the fly in a couple hours this afternoon, based on thoughts germinating for days. As such, it's likely not the most eloquent bit I've shared. But, hope it makes some sense, and thanks for your literary compassion! Funny how the years seem to creep up, silently, stealthily, lionesque, a […]

Strangely, reggae pulsed through my brain as I hiked through the snow to our yurt this morning. No, South Park, Colorado, was not having a reggae fest, and I was not listening to music. (I never do in the hills, as nature’s music is more than enough.) This was internal music, a soundtrack of the […]

All week I've been thinking, trying to parse recent events, horrors, tragedies, inexplicable darkness casting a pall upon the global landscape. I've not been successful. I've not come to conclusions. I've found myself able to do little more than vacillate, an eternal back and forth, a putrid smoothie of emotion: rage, horror, crippling morosity, deep […]