Tag Archives: Jim Brosnan

Near Stone Hill Winery

We witness the downstream destruction of the Missouri as it overflowed its banks when we follow the Hermann Wine Trail, eighty miles west of St. Louis where submerged vineyards harbor mature hardwoods which reflect their lonely images on a flooded … Continue reading

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From the Book of Whispers

On the interstate west of Cheyenne, just fifty miles from Laramie, my Jeep cruises past herders driving sheep and Angus cattle, past ranchers in ten-gallon hats rounding up cows and calves on short grass prairies, past bison grazing in darkening … Continue reading

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Southwest to Reno

I think about you when I stop in the parking lot at the Winnemucca Casino where I want to engage the one-armed bandits, but instead watch a hitchhiker balancing a ragged backpack as he traces the shoulder along State Route … Continue reading

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Set to Sad Music

I gaze through clouded windows on the California Zephyr, twenty minutes after departing St. Louis, the arc of a trestle emerging in the soft charcoal of dusk, the moon rising before the sky swallows these open spaces. I remember that … Continue reading

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