June 1, 2011
The Suit and the Stone
In the high, thin air of the mountains, history is often written in stone and silence. We tend to imagine the past...
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Reflections
May 31, 2011
The Grit of New Skins
The smell of cold iron always brings me back to the winter my father worked the rail yards. It is a sharp,...
May 31, 2011
The Salt of the Road
The smell of charcoal smoke always brings me back to the grit of a roadside morning. It is a sharp, acrid scent...