While it would be easy to remember only the disappointment of waking to rain and low clouds following a beautiful night at Boy Scout Beach this past weekend, I have just remembered the wolf! The four year-olds woke early (before even the dogs) in their tent and I laid with them until 6:30 when we … Continue reading A Dream Dog
Sometimes he is my eyes
in mist in mountains with finnegan a year now he's growing heavier and stronger and so am i, carrying him most of the time on the steep rocky trails legacy of miners leading into backyard wilderness this morning though sleepy-eyed finnegan's sight is keen language forming in sharpening brain begins to shape thought and observation … Continue reading Sometimes he is my eyes
Jonas Lamb 