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Whatever is not stone is light

Today would have been my Dad’s 99th birthday celebration. Instead his obituary appeared in the Sunday paper. We visited Lakewood where his and his wife’s ashes are. This letting go of the stories and the place that formed my early years (1950-1970) has been a gift; a doorway opens into a new freedom and adventure. Lines by the Mexican poet Octovio Paz.
Close your eyes and open them
There is nobody not even yourself
Whatever is not stone is light


Obituary for Robert “Bob” Holloway
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Brother Bruce beside the local library where I spent many summer days. A delightful walk I made many times with my late sister.
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At Lakewood Cemetery today.
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My Dad planned ahead ….
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September :: the month the world began.
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I am drawn to Water, I am made of Water

Colville River, Chewelah Washington, above the Columbia River.WWPD-Bridge-2012Jones Beach on the lower Kettle River, Washington, before it reaches the Columbia River.KettleRiverLake Merritt estuary, Oakland, California.
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Tomales Point, Point Reyes Seashore, the Pacific Ocean.

Tomales Point Triptych

River Bend on the Clark Fork of the Columbia

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My Voice

Do I live my life or that of my fathers, or mothers, or society ? Finding my voice, that is the work before me.Shop_8_2020

Just Because I am so Lonely Tonight

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the BirthDay Poems

the Birthday Poems

The Place itSelf

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It is the journey that matters

“It is good to have an end to journey toward; but it is the journey that matters, in the end.”

― Ursula K. Le Guin, The Left Hand of Darkness

Travel images of a Holloway along his most favorite of hollow-ways. My first journeys without end or beginning happened here, explorations without time, along the abandoned tracks of an old trolley, starting in the late-1950s.

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