On the Kofa National Wildlife Refuge…
…in the Soniran Desert, two hours west of Phoenix. Easily one of the most beautiful and serene places I’ve ever been.
Read MorePosted by Bob Adamcik | Dec 21, 2022 | Contentment, Notes | 0 |
…in the Soniran Desert, two hours west of Phoenix. Easily one of the most beautiful and serene places I’ve ever been.
Read MorePosted by Bob Adamcik | Nov 23, 2022 | Notes, Reminisce | 0 |
…a woman who writes poetry as prose, a San Francisco and NYC urbanite who in one of her essays tells of discovering country music, writes of solitary drives across the West, of the aloneness of the road and of wandering....
Read MorePosted by Bob Adamcik | Nov 22, 2022 | Age, Notes, Other people | 2 |
…is the ineffable anticipation of the young: the restlessness, the aliveness, the curiosity and sense of things waiting to be done, dreams to be chased, stories to be lived, an unknowable future, weightlessness. And the...
Read MorePosted by Bob Adamcik | Oct 8, 2022 | Contentment, Death, Human Nature, Meaning, Notes, Other people | 0 |
…like tonight, sharing a bottle of 18-year-old Scotch with four good friends. When I’m gone, I’d like to think that this will be one of their memories of me.
Read MorePosted by Bob Adamcik | Jul 11, 2022 | Expectations, Human Nature, identity, Notes, Society, The self | 6 |
So, I’m at a huge sidewalk art fair in downtown Madison, Wisconsin…many blocks long, booths down both sides of wide, closed streets circling the capitol building. I’m walking and walking, looking at art and...
Read MorePosted by Bob Adamcik | Jun 27, 2022 | Emotions, Loneliness, Notes, Regret | 0 |
If you can listen to him alone, in the dark, at two o’clock in the morning, and not cry in your whiskey, then either there’s something wrong with you, or you’ve made all the right decisions in your life....
Read MoreThinking about friends and near friends, and a few who never would have become friends. But time goes by for them all, just the same. .
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