The Hermit Artist
The beauty is in the art of doing. When the time is your own, its your own hands grating and chopping and smoothing, building, shading. There is no depth when everything is done for you. When you move into a house someone else built, wait for the pizza delivered that someone else made and watch…
A year ago, I documented my first impressions of Nicaragua and how it changed my perspective of preparedness, living with not much and sustainability in Living La Vida Nica. Here I am now, about a year later, relaxing in what feels like a cavernous house while waiting on pork chops to finish baking in the…
(written a few days ago when it truly was a bit cold) I grew up where my summers stretched into late October and Trick-or-Treating was a hot and muggy experience. By Easter sunday I was running barefoot through the yards again and had been known to go skinny-dipping as early as March. At night only,…
We should be just about done with all the ”Best of” and Top 10 Most Spectacular Vomit Moments of 2011 that clog practically every newspaper and magazine in the land. But I wouldn’t be a contributing member of blogger-society if I didn’t put the Hermist’s fondest adventures on record. I’ve come into myself this year, owning…
It’s unexpectedly cold here, after returning from 12 days in rural Nicaragua. Of course I didn’t notice it was cold before we left, having grown used to the winter ‘chill’ of South Texas, but I sure feel it now that I’ve been extracted from the humid and balmy embrace of the Nica. It was…
