More apocalypse, less angst
I am mulling over Waiting for Godot while listening to Max Richter’s The Blue Notebooks, and watching the snow fall outside the window. A combination which seems destined to produce an upwelling of emotion if ever there was one. But instead of writing on… Continue Reading “Travels with Mary.”
(Sadly, you can’t experience the sublime through a photograph.) I’ve spent a fair bit of time hiking in and around mountains over the last several years – not as much as I would like, but enough to recognize that there is a distinction between… Continue Reading “Sublimity and mountaintops.”
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