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To Doug

The man with the brush Has left us for now Farewell, Doug, to you. Across the green bridge Where you met your demise, You leave us all With tears in our eyes. We’ll remember your talent And your patience, too, While you worked with those To whom painting was new. Keep painting, Doug, With the […]

Changes

The sun rises high to take its place in the azure sky. Leaves fall And soon all Will be brown And frozen to the ground. Winds blow And soon the town Will be full of snow The Sun set soon to make way for the beaming Moon. ~Doug Palmer (1957-2013)

The Climbing Partner

Her climbing partner wanted her to achieve his own experience of being alone out in the back country of the high desert. She agreed to his plan. After he secured a back country pass for her at the park gate, he said, “I’ll drop you off at the trailhead and pick you up tomorrow at […]

Mountain Spirit

“Your husband does not want the breathing mask or the feeding tube,” said the nurse to me over the phone.  Tears welled up in my eyes. I grabbed my keys and rushed to the hospital to be with my husband. I wiped away my tears as I walked down the brightly lit hallway. Seated next […]

Writing About A Photograph

When I first saw this picture, I thought it so strange. Then I thought when I saw the praying hands that the praying hands and headless body could represent any Christian who is thankful to God for all He does for them. Many people pray to angels or to saints according to cults. They deny […]