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"I've always been afraid when I heard the foxes barking up in the mountains." "One evening, as she passed the Kusuhara Shrine, she began to hear the bark of baby foxes, whereupon she began to say that she had actually been hearing this sound ever since the night when her strange behavior had begun." I… Continue reading Life in the Mountains
My memory is bad. At Eliot and Christina's wedding, a friend from NYC and I were talking about documentaries, Werner Herzog in particular. The film about Herzog's relationship with Klaus Kinski, My Best Fiend, came up. At that moment in the conversation, it didn't register that I had seen My Best Fiend. My memory stumbled.… Continue reading 2009 is a Short Warm Moment
I have returned from the Home of the Great Spirit. Agiocochook, represented in the large form of the mountain, and in the small form of a fox, blessed us with good weather. Many thanks are in order. I couldn't have done it without Margo Chisolm's book, "To The Summit," which I picked up in the… Continue reading Among The Clouds