Why a sad song for the road makes you kinder
For my days are consumed like smoke, and my bones are burned as an hearth. My heart is smitten, and withered like grass; so that I forget to eat my bread. The p...
Category: Art
Stewardship and Orion – a great magazine gets better
Growing up, I often heard the term, stewardship, in church—often enough that today I have to consciously switch cortical channels to avoid thinking the term is ...
Edmonton Folk Fest 2013–River of sound
You set everything aside for four days and stand in a river of rhythm and sound. There are shallow places, warm and lovely for wading; sometimes you are up to y...
Photography—narrative beyond the frame
See this picture? It’s hardly a shinning technical moment for photography, and yet, of all the old photographs I come back to, this is the one I seek out ...