When I look back at 2015, no matter the lessons in it, I look back with a heart filled to the brim with gratitude and a snorting giggle at a couple of the pictures. Oh, the stories. Thanks to the Scrimgeours and the Three Bs, the Harms, the Majchrzaks, High Country Guest Ranch, the Mestads and Hamanns for creative ways to make a vase and unforgettable games of Telestrations, the Beaulieus, the Schalinskes (We’ll forever miss you Baby Grayson), Vista Linda, Hunter Philip, Marco Island, Rio Verde, Cornucopia, Wisconsin, the Saffrins (all of you), the Trewarthas (all of you), Ann Seymour, and many…
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“Time is not even, neutral, uniform, independent of man and culture. Time is not regular ticktock time. It varies, comes loaded, heavy or light or tragic or shaking with one or other passion, be that pain or pleasure—each reflecting very human affairs. Beginnings and ends, births and deaths, critical moments of liminality. Big ends, little ends. The shock of the new, the trauma of the old. Some times come unexpected, when we are not looking, and they stun us, perhaps for ever after. Time is not calendar or the clock, it is the almanac.”1 2015, for some, was a year of intentions…
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