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16 September 2011

McCann’s steel cut oats are my cold weather breakfast staple. So chewy and nutty, rib-sticking and soul-warming. They make me feel like Wonder Woman—even after too many pints of Guinness the night before.  In fact, if it’s Sunday morning, you might want to consider accompanying your bowl of oats with a nice pint of Guinness. That will really build your mojo!


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Corvus corax

9 September 2011

Many times upon a dreary day…and a sunny one too…I think about the marvelous Corvidae and how they are my favorite family of birds (you have a favorite family of birds, don’t you?).



Susan Rothenberg’s Raven is sort of Nordic, sort of Edward Scissorhands, and very lonely.  But just like a crow, looking at it brings me a lot of peace.

If you’re in New York, catch her exhibit this fall at Sperone Westwater in The Bowery.

A dog’s dog

29 July 2011

July showers bring muddy paw-ers. In honor of our new puppy, a lab/greyhound, etc., two of my favorite photos from Garden & Gun’s Dogs Being Dogs photo gallery.  These bad babies are pure bright spots on a rainy day. 

The guilt is just starting to overcome the joy in the old girl above, but the naughty devil below is still fully proud.

Welcome to Ithaca, Molly W. Stokes!

(images are reader contest submissions via Garden & Gun)


17 June 2011

Icebergs are immensely thought-provoking. There’s the classic depth-of-life metaphor, and then there are the actual icebergs, afloat in an alien world, that really compel one to ponder the vastness and diversity of our planet.

I am astounded this morning by the photographs of icebergs taken by Camille Seaman [isn’t it incredible how often folks’ last names align with their life’s work?].  I was led to her work by the Outside Blog, which writes:

“In 1999,  Camille Seaman gave up her seat on a one-hour flight from Oakland to L.A. and scored a round trip ticket anywhere in the world. She chose Alaska. Once there, she decided to walk from a coastal town named Kotzebue across the ice towards Russia. After feeling cold, lost, and somewhat panicked, she had a moment where she stopped, looked around, and felt a connection to the earth. That one moment ignited a passion for Arctic landscapes that she turned into a career photographing icebergs.

Camille literally captures the tip of the iceberg to look deep.

(images credited to Camille Seaman, via google images)


6 June 2011

Upcountry dawn

20 May 2011

And I thought, here I am, where I ought to be…

Does this resonate with you?  Perhaps it’s a primeval echo. This is where you’re from, after all.

Upcountry Kenya, 7 am-ish, May 2011

The loco in locomotion

16 May 2011

Now knee-deep in the moving process, I’ve got transitioning, transience, and transportation on the brain.

Who knew ostrich-back was once a viable means of riding around?!  Must’ve been a passing novelty; ostrich are nasty creatures.

(source: google images)


11 May 2011

I recently visited Karen Blixen’s farmhouse, at the foot of the Ngong Hills outside Nairobi.

Ngong is a Maasai word meaning “knuckles.” How descriptive of these hills. I am sure there is a story behind this; I would love to learn it firsthand on a visit to the Mara.

For those of us with a certain nose-to-the-grindstone, love-of-the-land, romantic-nostalgic kind of nature, Baroness Blixen is a top inspiration.

Life as little boys

9 May 2011

Kids are so cute and so mischievous all in the same moment.  I love this photo of little Kenyan boys. The older one is playing tricks on his sweet younger brother, who is just trying to make friends. We all got caught in one of the abrupt rainstorms Naivasha is famous for and were sheltering under the boat shed.  Looking back, this interlude is really telling.

Sometimes you are just where you want to be

8 May 2011

There is a small lake adjacent to Lake Naivasha, which used to be part of Lake Naivasha until water levels receded and the exposed land divided them.  The small lake, Lake Oloiden, has turned brackish, and attracted a thriving population of flamingoes.  I sat watching them peacefully congregate in the shallows when without notice half the flock uplifted in dance to the sky.

It was magnificent.