Got chased out of the mountains early with torrents of monsoon water, fought my way home through ugly highway accidents (weather induced) and now peacefully listening to rain running off my palapa roof and drinking a Pacifico. No forecast, just a nowcast.
Drawing up a new Spiritual Topographical map.
Very old school GPS. And remember, the map
is not the terrain.
Last Dispatch from the front….
all credit and creativity from Fall Creek monk, Burnham Arndt ~ rŌ’bear Re/por foreign correspondent
Overheard at Aspen Art Museum…”and you know what they do with it !? They just throw the whole thing away”.
Disposable water bottles
Paul Ryan’s photo of Edgar Boyles, Scott Ransom and Al Harris on Dream of White Horses Welch sea cliff climbing 1976