Down in the Owens River Gorge

A Mayfly’s Chance At Sunrise Cool breeze, swifts Rule the skies. Clear sun and Rainbows rise. Mayflies roll their dice and Hatch amongst the riffled runs. Tall walls Exaggerate The Owens’ Modest gait. Imply a force more powerful Than vision can relate. Tall gorge walls echo and amplify this little creek. If you close your […]

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Cold Gray No More

The Sierra Nevada, Great gray waves of cold gray stone, Coffee bright morning eyes aglow with the day’s grand ambitions. The Sun’s first light falls a vivid curtain, illuminant, a cool breeze in accompaniment. Waves, particles, particles, waves–the duality of light can be so mysterious–could not be happier with their luck, with where they’ve *ended up, […]

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