Dancing With the Stars

...fear and love...love and fear...waltzing at the edge....which one leads?...

Time Passes Slowly

Time passes slowly up here in the mountains...

...less than three days from my not-too-far-above-sea-level home in Philly, tromping up to 13,223 feet...used to spend a lot more time at heights like this, now try to work a bit harder...usually...at gaining equilibrium wherever I find myself...


Time passes slowly when you’re lost in a dream...

...still, it’s nice to get out to wild places...if only to see through different mirrors than the ones we’re used to...

...continue to idealize these high sylvan landscapes...colorful, quiet, peaceful...appearing like little paradises, off in the distance...always in the distance...though, as becomes particularly clear when barely able to walk up a rocky path in the face of strong icy winds in September, elevation making the lungs burn and mind get fuzzy, they’re about as inhospitable as places get...gorgeous to look at, from a distance, and then go home...

Time passes slowly and then fades away...

Bob Dylan