by Think In The Morning | Feb 24, 2026 | Words |
It is a wet, quiet, cold, and somewhat dreary day. My thoughts flex inward like a flock of parakeets with heads tucked under their wings, voices muffled as they speak an instant already gone. Life feels off balance, stuck between a past that can be revisited but...
by Think In The Morning | Feb 16, 2026 | Words |
“My house . . .” said Cosimo, and gestured around, at the highest branches, the clouds, “my house is everywhere, everywhere I can climb, going up . . .” The Baron Of The Trees, Italo Calvino In 1958 when I was twelve years old I visited my great uncle Lewis Foster...
by Think In The Morning | Feb 10, 2026 | Words |
All of us have a place in history. Mine is clouds. Richard Brautigan I remember when I first learned about clouds in grade school. We drew pictures of feathery clouds, flat and gloomy clouds, fat Confucius clouds, and giant, dark, menacing genies ready to pounce....
by Think In The Morning | Feb 8, 2026 | Sea Gull |
With all the controversy over the Super Bowl halftime show, I thought it might be useful to point out that the Sea Gull napkin artists anticipated this many years ago. Here is a short history of those days. [Click on BLUE links for sources and information] At first I...
by Think In The Morning | Feb 3, 2026 | Words |
They come every spring, my osprey family. From Central America, Mexico, Baja California, along the Southern California coast back up the Pacific Flyway, to the rivers and estuaries of the Mendocino coast. To this place. To my place. There is an instinct of staying...
