Continue Reading Cheesy Movies and other Diversions Hot. Again. I spend the mornings watching the birds upstairs, on the balcony and in surrounding trees. Nuthatches, a young finch, flocks…
Continue Reading A Wave and a Golden Fish. Last week was so hot that I had little energy to move. Luckily, I had two books at hand that kept me…
Continue Reading Surface Reflections Walk with me. At 7:00 this morning, along the river, in a park where there are dedications to the poet William Stafford….
Continue Reading The Berlin Requiem – Red Rosa. Beyond the Tree Line “Die rote Rosa nun auch verschwand / Wo sie liegt, ist unbekannt / Weil sie den Armen die Wahrheit gesagt / Haben sie die Reichen aus der Welt gejagt.”…
Continue Reading (Bumble)Bee Aesthetics Well, I really meant to write bioaesthetics, but since today’s musings relate entirely to bees, we might as well go with…
Continue Reading The Vixen Beyond the Tree Line Two nights ago I heard a fox bark in our garden. There had been sightings according to our neighbor’s gardener, but I…
Continue Reading Dramatis Personae This time of year. Perhaps you were even waiting for them. Another go-around with the main characters of the late summer fields:…
Continue Reading Papageno Beyond the Tree Line Five years ago I hiked in the Bandelier National Monument in Frijoles Canyon, New Mexico (a previous report on my adventure with…
Continue Reading Morning Mood Beyond the Tree Line When I was little, my bedroom was situated right above the room where my mother played the grand piano some evenings. The…
Continue Reading Die Moor Soldaten Peat Bog Soldiers “Hope will never be silent.” – Harvey Milk Robert Pinsky once said that many of the poems by Polish poet Adam Zagajewski are “about…
