The sun goes down below the rock formations of Yosemite.
They have passed like rain on the mountain, like a wind in the meadow;
The days have gone down in the West behind the hills into shadow.
Who shall gather the smoke of the deadwood burning,
Or behold the flowing years from the Sea returning?
JRR Tolkien
The past is over, all that was has faded into memory. But the future beckons…
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Unlike the first time we were in Jamaica, this time around we decided to do…
In my last post, I talked about the trip up to the Bob Marley House…
Most people that go to Jamaica, tend to park themselves in their hotel and spend…
So here I am sitting on the far pier of the Franklyn D Resort, for…
I sit beside the fire and think of all that I have seen of meadow-flowers…
