P.S. Is that a Lewis R. French hat making its way up the Pinhoti Trail on the head of Smallest Broski? Why yes, it is. Put that also on the list of offenses: Smallest Broski stealing my crewing swag for his face.
Smallest brotherski and I have spent a lot of time recently contemplating the rain. You may or may not have heard of tropical storm Cindy. We had the great luck of hearing, seeing, smelling, tasting, and feeling Cindy while…
It spins about softly in my hands, and I grasp it firmly- just so- as the clouds wring themselves dry through the clear windowpane. Sometimes it is hard to see the shape of a thing at first, and so you wait, all quiet, to see what it should become. Sometimes you must knock small bitsContinue reading “Only occasionally small mallets”
I have constructed an opinion poll in my head. So… wearing hiking boots kills my soul. I have known this for years. Upon leaving for this trip, I thought to myself, Self, is now the first time you start wearing hiking boots? No. That answer is no. Having existed as close to barefoot as possibleContinue reading “Shoes?”
Because I love you, my people, I have spent hours ruminating on how to bring more joy into your lives. On my phone, I have a small lens, ripped from the bowels of a hapless pet store laser pointer (may it rest in peace). With this lens, I am able to take pictures of exceedinglyContinue reading “A Compendium of Exceedingly Tiny Things”
Greetings and salutations, my people. Here is a stock photo that came with my first post text. I like it, so I have kept it. How wondrous. John (smallest broski) and I have just finished hiking our first 100 miles, and so now I am blogging about it. There are many things, but in theContinue reading “Glorious Beginnings”