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Winter Hiking Roger Williams Park

Winter Hiking Roger Williams Park

I’m a native Rhode Islander, and like every native Rhode Islander, I have fond memories of Roger Williams Park (there’s a zoo, a carousel, and all kinds of fun playground stuff). There’s also a huge amount of park in Roger Williams Park, and most people drive around it for several minutes before reaching their destination. I’d never really walked around the park before, so about ten days ago (before all this snow) I decided to go for a hike out there.

Winter Hiking to Mystic Seaport Museum

Winter Hiking to Mystic Seaport Museum

I’ll be honest, when I first took up hiking (all of a week ago), I didn’t think my first experience hiking in snow would be my commute to work. But in case you hadn’t heard, the Northeast region of the United States got absolutely smashed by the blizzard, Juno. Yesterday, as I was grumbling about the lack of cleared hiking trails, I remembered that where I work is only about two miles from my house. So I got my hiking gear on, packed normal clothes and all my work supplies in my day pack, and set out on foot.

On Looting and Relic Hunting

On Looting and Relic Hunting

A friend of mine recently posted an article on my Facebook wall talking about the issues of relic hunting. And here’s the thing: I don’t know where I stand on the matter. I would say I dislike relic hunting the most, but I can’t sit here and say that it’s completely and utterly wrong. Looting is an even greyer area that often causes me to spend hours contemplating the motivations behind it. Many archaeologists will disagree with me on this, but I’m not so certain looting is necessarily bad. Let me explain…

The Music of Life

The Music of Life

The sun is shining, there’s a slight breeze, and the birds are singing. I get up from my spot on the porch and grab my dulcimer, anxious to play outside for the first time this year. Mine is a tear-drop shaped dulcimer, bulging at the sides and tapering off at the ends. It was handmade by a man named George in New Hampshire and has hearts and leaves twirling around the bridge.

Common Cents

Common Cents

I’ve been taking a bit of a hiatus from posting, which is probably not a good thing. I feel the need to defend my actions, so I will say that I’ve been working quite a lot, compiling a photo book…

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