If more history books where written in the style of Provost, a California State University, Fresno grad, more students may find history intriguing, instead of a reluctant must-do.
I did not know the historical cultural soup of Fresno—and Provost writes in a manner that makes me want to know more.
Peace, like an ocean, rolls on in all space.
I can’t help but wonder if we take on petty causes — as if the world were ending — because our real challenges are so large, that petty is the best we can do.
Six to eight-foot waves show-off the water’s relentless power. The agitation pushes foam just out of reach from my toes in the wet sand. An unexpected rogue wave is likely, so I keep my photo gear ready should I have to make a fast departure from my station.
Here, life seems abundant. But this rare forest — one of three Monterey pine forests in the world — dies a bit more with each blink of my eyes. Pines with green needles last week, are now tinged in burnt-sienna — the first sign of a tree’s fight for life.
As seen in the SLO Journal Plus, August 2105 Through a prehistoric campground, a historic ranch, and near an alleged tar seep, […]
Acres of brown and late summer-weary grasses that were born green in the spring, bend to a cool breeze spawned from the sea below and the sky above. It’s like sitting in the center of a terrarium of earth, sea, and sky.
—As seen in The Cambrian When I reflect on past volunteer efforts, my first visual is that core group. At the first […]
California is my first home and where I thrive. Yet, like the green chili that smothers most any other food in Santa Fe, I must return for a taste of this contrasted world of rodeo to opera.
Something has gone awry, however. It appears the massive power and wealth of these fictitious persons have leaped from the board room into the halls of our Capitol. With a corporation unable to maintain a moral compass by it very legal definition, democracy, you and I mean little.