This is the second book in a series of three linked trilogies I wrote over a 30 year period documenting my search for identity and an understanding of existence itself. You can read a sample or purchase it on Amazon using the links below.
This is the second book in a series of three linked trilogies I wrote over a 30 year period documenting my search for identity and an understanding of existence itself. You can read a sample or purchase it on Amazon using the links below.
This is the first book in a series of three linked trilogies I wrote over a 30 year period documenting my search for identity and an understanding of existence itself. You can read a sample or purchase it on Amazon using the links below.
Perhaps at a later date I’ll publish all of my books here in their entirety, but I am currently more interested in simply noting them among my creative efforts.
A movie quote I like states, “A person is smart; people are stupid.” While the masses may eventually rise up to overthrow tyrants, it is always because of the actions of individuals who do what they can, where they are. Those singular efforts provide the framework, the nexus points, the switch yards that direct and channel the power of the people. Without that guidance, that collective energy would crash against the rocks of institution, only to recede once more into the sea of conformity, having changed nothing. But modeled into a focused force by the actions and insight of a small number of dedicated visionaries, the crowds will form a tsunami of change and wash away the bulwarks of subjugation.

This was taken on the first backpacking expedition Teresa and I took into the Yosemite back country in 2003. The Mist Trail runs up by Vernal Falls and Nevada Falls to connect with the John Muir Trail, which I had always wanted to set foot on.
Still haven’t done the JMT in a single run-through, but I have made four trips out along some sections of it. Don’t know if at this age (66) I’ll ever do the whole thing at once, but last Summer Teresa and I and our friend, Cliff, spent ten days slogging uphill along that trail with 50 pound packs. Didn’t die. Cliff’s pack was, in fact, 65 pounds. He didn’t die either.
From my collection. One of my favorite TV series as a kid…
