As we pulled the canoe back to the truck, someone turned on the wind switch. It was like a wind monster had come suddenly striding across the ridgelines and gotten into a beef with the pond. Roaring, swirling, portentous winds made our timing impeccable — it sounded like it meant lengthy, nasty business. Glad to […]
Adam Blonde # 1 stood to one side, aloof as ever, as Blonde # 3 gave a fan’s impassioned intro to Sol Jibe, whose Arabic-tinged and clarinet-embellished piece called “Rhumba†we’d just enjoyed. Which sounded to me like a riff on Ferron’s “Shadows on a Dimeâ€, hence the query to # 1, passed on to […]
It’s been two years since Tricia and I had visited my parents in Albuquerque, and nobody’s getting any younger. Though the timing was tough — squeezed in between our yearly Maine camping trip and a pilgrimage tour Tricia is leading to Chartres (she’s there now) — we picked the first full week of October both […]
Adam Kibbe The following is admittedly long by blog standards, but short for the experience. And of the linked gallery of 75 pictures, you should know that I started with almost 250. I hope someone makes it through the text and/or the pictures and enjoys … Frequent Flyer airplane tickets stretch the definition of free […]
Adam Kibbe Reflections in†night’s window block my view. They were there by day, just invisible. What is outside is still there, just not seen. Such balance shapes what is available to us. And what I see through this window (when I can see) is not all there is, but it shapes my perception as the […]
Adam Kibbe “Don’t scrunch up your eye like that!” said Tricia to me, laughing. Hard not to when someone’s trying to get to your eyeball through the unfamiliar, thin skin of your eyelid with an even more unfamiliar eyeliner pencil. I was getting an improbable education in the things women put themselves through in the […]
Adam Kibbe “Don’t scrunch up your eye like that!” said Tricia to me, laughing. Hard not to when someone’s trying to get to your eyeball through the unfamiliar, thin skin of your eyelid with an even more unfamiliar eyeliner pencil. I was getting an improbable education in the things women put themselves through in the […]
Adam Kibbe View larger image Not all of Albuquerque was endless desert skies and appealing adobe, the waxing moon rising poetically each night over the rugged Sandia mountains in the impossibly blue high desert air. Earlier this winter, the downslope neighbor had read my father the riot act after the septic pumper backed around the […]
Adam Kibbe View Larger image Closer View For 2-1/2 hours I dodged caffeine-hungry patrons and their holiday-high children, twisting picture wire, measuring placements, and patiently waiting for all-clear moments at the condiment bar to hang above and near it. Over 3 years ago, my wife had walked into our local Starbucks and without my knowledge […]
Adam Kibbe View Larger image Closer View For 2-1/2 hours I dodged caffeine-hungry patrons and their holiday-high children, twisting picture wire, measuring placements, and patiently waiting for all-clear moments at the condiment bar to hang above and near it. Over 3 years ago, my wife had walked into our local Starbucks and without my knowledge […]
Part Three by Adam Kibbe Den Mothers Instant incandescence. Backlighting tent fabric, even the seams almost too bright to see. One Mississippi, two Mississippi……….. 5 was the shortest I counted, thankfully, but the ensuing thunder seemed to drive in the insubstantial nylon with its forceful, rumbling roar of sheer violence, as if it were right […]