Waking just now from a dream

By Chris Clarke on 2009 03 07 at 2:50:27 am

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sherwood 2009 03 07 at 11:35:28 pm

Lone Pine. Too often, that’s what we’re left to do.

Whenever you do something like this, Kelsey gets extra hugs, which he finds unsettling, because it’s out of the normal order. I do it anyway.
jason 2009 03 08 at 5:35:53 pm

In loss, dreams become more real than life itself.

He’s such a majestic creature, Chris. You’ve helped me miss him as though he shared life with me these past decades…
Kurt Kuznicki 2009 03 09 at 7:11:36 am

Talk about going back in time I spend a lot of my youth hanging out with my Dad and a dog named Josh at the Tuttle Creek Campground in the ‘70’s. They’re both gone now , but everytime I go down there all the goodtimes come back; I never leave there with a dry eye.

Thanks for sharing this picture,
Kurt Kuznicki
Reno Nevada

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I'm a natural history and environmental writer, an editor and photographer. I've lived in upstate New York, the SF Bay Area, Washington, DC, the Mojave Desert, and Los Angeles. My writing has appeared in publications ranging from Camas and Orion to Bay Nature, California Wild, the Boston Globe, and about thirty daily papers nationwide when I was a syndicated garden writer for the Knight-Ridder chain. No, I never got to meet the talking car.

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