Serendipity and transcendence, or the art of getting lost
In Georgia, like in most places, the times when the weather is spot-on perfect are brief and fleeting. A few days in spring, a few days in fall. Yesterday was […]
Seemingly random writings over several years
In Georgia, like in most places, the times when the weather is spot-on perfect are brief and fleeting. A few days in spring, a few days in fall. Yesterday was […]