A minimalist archive, moments in time.
Walked the lake near home with the dog this morning. October is the month for fall color in this county — down toward Nevada City it's the big leaf maples and…
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Took the boat out with both dogs, probably one of the last runs before the season closes down. We put down towels in the bow and they claimed it immediately —…
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Cambridge first, London to follow — the front half of a few days in England. We started at the river, where Scudamore's punts sit rafted together by the dozen…
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Cambridge for the day, colleges first. Christ's gatehouse is worth standing under for a while — the arms above the door are regilded, two spotted yales holding…
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Played Coyote Moon today. Smoke was hanging over everything again — the sky went white before the trees ended, and the ridges you can usually see from the back…
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A few days away in Calistoga, up at the top end of Napa Valley — a town of about five thousand that Sam Brannan founded as a health spa in 1859, and it still…
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Smoke haze again, thick enough that the sky went white and the far ridges turned to gray cutouts. Walked out into the pines and sagebrush and ran straight into…
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Birthday weekend, marked with a chocolate cake — strawberries, little chamomile flowers pressed into the frosting, candles that never made it into the top…
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Hitched the WoollyBear to the General in the driveway and headed out for an evening run on the dirt roads outside town. No real destination in mind beyond…
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Late June and we got out on the water at Tahoe, which by this point in the month means bright sun by mid-morning and a chop that picks up as the day goes. The…
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