A Few Thoughts… On Pythagoras’ ‘music of the spheres’
By Sandy Compton
Reader Columnist
Once upon a time, long, long ago — at least a decade, maybe more — I was enlisted by a couple of teachers from a …
By Sandy Compton
Reader Columnist
Once upon a time, long, long ago — at least a decade, maybe more — I was enlisted by a couple of teachers from a …
By Sandy Compton
Reader Columnist
It’s the summer solstice and I’m walking through my lower briar patch. If you know me, you may know what I mean. If you don’t, …
By Sandy Compton
Reader Columnist
Memorial Day weekend is passed. Soggy campers weathered the weather, and cemeteries sprouted flags and flowers in remembrance of loved ones.
Twenty-eight years ago last …
By Sandy Compton
Reader Columnist
Just so you know, even if there’s nobody on the ocean to experience the waves, the waves are there. From 30,000 feet, whitecaps are still …
By Sandy Compton
Reader Columnist
Long ago, my girlfriend and her sister took me skiing at Schweitzer Basin. Sort of. They got me in a pair of leather boots that …
By Sandy Compton
Reader Columnist
Several days before Thanksgiving, a collection of tracks appear in my driveway, those of a domestic cat. My neighbors have cats, but they don’t visit. …
By Sandy Compton
Reader Columnist
I am keeping my promise not to write about politics for a while; and it may be forever. It seems moot. We are stuck in …
By Sandy Compton
Reader Columnist
I’m two miles from the pickup and 500 feet above where I left it parked when I find a snakeskin on a rock midstream in …
By Sandy Compton
Reader Columnist
Each year, a backpacking trip into a nearby wilderness is undertaken by certain artistic types (ATs), most often plein air painters. ATs follow “guide” Bearly-Seen …
By Sandy Compton
Reader Contributor
You may have heard someone say, “That person is a real character,” generally in reference to a guy or gal who is somewhat, or very…