NOMAD DREAMING

“They aren’t going to come back” I had been thinking, almost reconciled to the saffron crocus ( Crocus sativus ) being lost to the...

Cooling on the rack today: a bunch of wobbly, misshapen versions of samosas, the quintessential Indian street food, which it turns out...

Eleven vintage suitcases of freshly block printed cloth and one small case of hand printed cards accompanied me this weekend for a...

While Florida battens down the hatches and evacuates ahead of mad bad Milton, it is perfect weather in the northern Chihuahuan desert....

Hello autumn light! Spider season is upon us. Cobwebs appear everywhere. I am grateful that they are snaring the biting gnats which are...

Planning for the eastern NM Route 66 explorations can best be summed up as drive, camp, paddle (with eating in there, of course) I left...

Perhaps nothing is more quintessential American road trip than the experience of sizzling, dazzling, charismatic neon roadside business...

The light at Conchas lake at dawn with the full moon setting has the pearly salmon opalescence of the inside of a conch shell. Though I...

“…the fault dear Brutus lies not in our stars but in ourselves that we are underlings…” William Shakespeare : Julius Caesar A predawn...

The garden is a mess this full harvest moon. This summer has just been too hot to spend any time outside caring for it, and way too dry...

A huge flock of pelicans played for a long time in thermals above farmers market this morning. As they floated, reeled and turned in...

As the harvest moon slowly swells, I’ve almost run out of jars for preserves: chutney, pickles, ferments and relishes. It’s been a good...

At the south eastern end of Elephant Butte lake this morning I find slightly bumpy (surface wind) exquisite green tourmaline gemstone...

My plan for the final few hundred miles of the 5000 mile road trip was to leave the historic Route 66 around about Holbrook in Arizona...

The Arizona section of Route 66 is better preserved, in some ways, than the pieces of the old road which I found in California. That...

The return journey from the California coast was planned to include some of the Mother Road, Route 66 , in California and Arizona, though...

While it wasn’t as extensive as planned, and the air was smoky from wildfires, I did get a little time breathing with some of the redwood...

If, by making Red Pony temporarily lame, fate decreed that I couldn’t mess about in boats* during my time in Crescent City, at least I...

With Red Pony and thus the kayak quarantined waiting for the required part to arrive, my dawn explorations of Crescent City’s Pebble Beach...

After the lovely, full friendship revival experience of Newport, Oregon, my journey continued south on HWY 101. My goal was a bit of salt...