A thunderhead still brilliant white, shadowed grey, boils upward like a nuclear explosion over the mowed fields. In the northeastern sky a bolt of lightning slices down through the bright sunlight; a few seconds later,Read More
The mountain commands my attention out this open window. I see WH Murray up there, clinging to a buttress, balanced, rope dropping downwards from his waist; or crossing a glacier, intent on scaling the rockRead More
Kopaonik in June … thunderstorm wild. The thunderstorms glide in every day, amassing ever blacker as one waits in anticipation, the air growing thicker with heat and humidity, the insects furiously buzzing from flower toRead More
A man dressed in a clean but ill-fitting suit picking through a dumpster, plastic shopping bag in one hand. A 10-year-old boy, indistinguishable from any middle-class boy, approaching me with his hand out, demanding money,Read More