View from my tablet, reading on the porch. I pulled a muscle jogging this morning, so reading replaced cycling as this afternoon’s activity.
Category: Read
The Meaning of Shadows
This morning I photographed my shadow, firmly attached to me. Although it was almost noon, the sun was quite low in the sky. In 1847 Hans Christian Andersen wrote The Shadow, a short story that talks to the present time. Here’s the bare details: A man gave his shadow permission to leave and explore the… Continue reading The Meaning of Shadows
Fictional Hokkaido
I was on a train, traveling through darkness. The elderly woman next to me asked if it would be OK if we chatted. She was on her way to her home on Shikoku having stayed with friends on Honshu. I was returning to my base after cycling on bridges and islands across Japan’s Inland Sea.… Continue reading Fictional Hokkaido
Fictional Hokkaido
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Antique Kindle
Read a novel on my antique Kindle 2.
The Remains of a Tree
In the past few days, a sculpture has appeared on my running route around Lake of the Isles (Minneapolis, MN). It’s a defiant sculpture, but it’s not the creation of an artist. The remains of the tree wait to be felled and chipped: it was diseased, it has to go. New trees will be planted… Continue reading The Remains of a Tree
A Physical Book
Cycled to a bricks-and-mortar bookstore and bought a book made of paper.
A Gate Agent’s Conundrum
I hold my phone close, but the boarding pass scanner rejects me. The agent guarding the gate gestures me to scoot sideways towards his colleague at the podium. Podium Colleague does not make eye contact, she sighs as she pokes at her keyboard. “Your seat has been reassigned to someone with higher status,” she informs.I… Continue reading A Gate Agent’s Conundrum
End of the Line
I’m on a fast train when I see a single train track peeling off into the distance. I want to go where that track is going. Maybe the end of that single track is a remote place I can use as the start of an “Ekikhara hike,” a hike from a train station. Beyond the… Continue reading End of the Line
Meeting Bashō
The moon and sun are eternal travelers. Even the years wander on. A lifetime adrift in a boat, or in old age leading a tired horse into the years, every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home. From the earliest times there have always been some who perished along the road. Still… Continue reading Meeting Bashō