Lee's Scribbling

Boggy Memory: Filling the Gaps in the Path to Peace

I have holed up in Blanche today here in central Alabama. It has been a cold, dreary day and weekend…

I have tried repeatedly to capture the unique texture, dimension, and outright ghostliness of the cypresses here in Louisiana. I’m…

With time, my blog continues to change focus because I continue to change focus. And yet, not really. Ultimately, I…

Last night, the world was silent, still, and dark in the state park I camped in with Sammy, Blanche, and…

I am wandering with slight aim. I have a goal of going to Dallas, but beyond that, I am uncertain.…

I don’t dream with the frequency that I did before the divorce. Now and then I still have deeply symbolic…

I chose to drive south from my sad little boondocking grounds and make the “U” to Fort Davis going south…

Most trees in the Davis Mountains are stunted—low to the ground as if cowering from the sunlight. Mesquite, evergreen sumac,…

I’ve learned I will probably never want a house and all its things again. Brick and mortar, floors on joists…

Everywhere you go, there you are. To that end— Meet Blanche: compact, good lookin’, and gets around. I grew up…