Dreamers Rise

A man stands alone on a street corner — but to say he's alone isn't true, in fact he's surrounded by a swirl of pedestrians and ...

I'm not big on boating and I've never had much of an urge to read any of these children's adventure stories, although I confess ...

Family in tow, Lew Ney (Luther Emanuel Widen), writer, printer, and tireless self-promoter, takes an excursion into the hinterlands and vis...

And I am my father, and I stop, pull an orange from the pocket and peel it, throw the peelings in the snow, pick up my gun and ski back home...

Who cares if old age comes, what is old age? Your shoulders are holding up the world and it's lighter than a child's hand. Wars, fam...

At daybreak they stopped at the ocean Took a walk as they watched the sun rise In the palm of God's hand They rolled in the sand As...

It was nearing dusk as he descended the steps into the city, and in the distance he could see the first scattered lights coming on across th...

Not Joni Mitchell's tune from Hejira, but a very different song by Corinne West , performed here with Kelly Joe Phelps . The pair (ar...

Do certain books exist largely to remind us of our own intellectual inadequacies? If so, this one will do for me. So many writers I admire h...

The city's elongated central plaza occupied a kind of plateau, partly natural and partly sculpted out of the hill by human hands. A park...

He awoke at first light, dressed at once, and went out to find a newspaper. Overnight the temperature had dropped to within a few degrees of...

This space having been notably deficient in color of late, I will try to atone with these scans of one of the most visually dazzling books I...

The pension recommended by the waitress was only two blocks away, down one of the little side streets that led off the square. The street -...

He walked upriver along the promenade for a few blocks, until he came to the bottom of a broad street that wound steeply up through the city...

As the climb across the bridge turned into a descent he turned his gaze onto the city that lay ahead. Beginning at a broad promenade that pa...

By mid-afternoon he was driving through a sinuous valley that wove through a range of low, rounded hills. On the summits and slopes the leav...

Artwork by Richard Doyle from The Scouring of the White Horse by Thomas Hughes. These illustrations are not in the copy I have, which is th...

“The illusory emptiness ...” – K The long, low ferry, illuminated only by a single lantern that rattled on its bow, slowly drew into shore, ...

German postage stamps, 1923. The highest denomination here: 20,000,000,000 marks. (That one must have been for Special Delivery.) The first ...

I was already finding the repetitive images in these stamps a little disturbing even before I figured out what they were. The topography in ...