Courage to live on the edge

1953. Climbing team after Hermann Buhl summits Nanga Parbat

I'd be lying if I didn't admit that, for the past month, every time I hear a wave crash against our eroding shore, I flinch. I'm hypervigilante and my brain rushes to worst-case scenarios. Is beauty really worth the agita? Can I take another month of cursing the wicked wind of the west? Hermann Buhl,… Continue reading Courage to live on the edge

Mergansers on Lake Ontario

I think of days like today as "white days," when the sky is bright but overcast and the horizon disappears. Everything is calm and pale-pearly gray. The mergansers (diving ducks) dot the waters. Boy mergansers are still chasing and showing off for the girl mergansers. Soon, with the onset of boat traffic, they'll migrate to… Continue reading Mergansers on Lake Ontario

April = Anxious

Lake Ontario

I'm looking hard for evidence that the dozens of bulbs I planted lakeside are sprouting. I'm trying not to look at the shifting and settling and possible disappearance of stones along our rebuilt bank. Life is change. Sometimes too slow. Sometimes too fast. The wind blows. Lake Ontario