A tree grows in Steamboat Springs

I can't replace Saturdays with the Tree, but being pretty fond of trees in general, I have more than a few favorite photographs of them. I took this photograph on hiking while celebrating my birthday at Strawberry Park Hot Springs. The springs at night are spectacular (and while a few people chose to forgo their swimsuits, I didn't see anything I hadn't already). 

Strawberry Park Hot Springs, near Steamboat Springs, Colorado

October 2009

The weight of words, part 1

My son has a strange fascination with Wheel of Fortune. Every time he hears the music, he races into the family room to watch. And every time, all I can think of is how my father would frown, when I was young, and point out that you could win tens of thousands of dollars, a car and a vacation, with sheer luck, while most Jeopardy contestants, no matter how knowledgeable, walked away with nothing. 

Then I think about the collective influence and weight of all the little comments, the passing wisdom, the sharp wit that was my father, and I worry that I won't add up to as much for my son. 

Something I never thought I would say

I published a poem: http://www.theintima.org/new-page-97

I'll be writing a blog post, about the poem and its relationship to an essay published in this journal, in the next few months. I'll post a link when its available online.