Category Archives: being present

Listen up! DEATH IN COPPER TOWN now an audiobook!

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Death in Copper Town Audible

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I have always been a hands-on author. I researched my book and I wrote my book. I edited, formatted, and Indie published it. I was beginning to feel like the Little Red Hen!

So working with a collaborator has been a new experience for me. I was lucky enough to find a marvelous narrator named Amy Otteson, and she’s been with me every step of the way to produce this audio book version of Death in Copper Town.

Amy has added new depth and meaning to my story. Just listen to her rendition of the characters of Peg’s grandfather HT and his friend Armor. And what about that very enticing southern drawl of Flint Tanner? East Texas has never sounded so good.

Even if you read the print version on Kindle or got the paperback version of DICT, I think you’ll find a whole new world awaiting you with this audio version.

You can get a free copy of the mystery, with a 30 day free trial of Audible at:
Death in Copper Town.

And with Whispersync for Voice now available, you can switch from phone to tablet to computer to Kindle, and through the magic of technology, your place is saved. Now that is my kind of bookmark!

I hope you enjoy listening to Death in Copper Town. I’d love to hear what you think of it.

 

The wholeness of water in the desert

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desert oasis

I was fortunate to come across this open water near Tavasci Marsh at sunset, just when the world was golden.

It reminded me how beautiful our planet is, in all its changing moods.

Water and light, combining to bring joy in the moment.

A photograph is a secret about a secret.
The more it tells you, the less you know.
~Diana Arbus~

Drawn by a giant

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Drawn by a giant

The constantly changing perspective of Alice in Wonderland delights me. First she is tiny and the world is huge. All of a sudden she grows immense and everything around her has shrunk.

Her image has stuck with me as I take pictures, and it sometimes creates dizzying shifts of perspective. As I viewed this desert cliff side, I thought of her possible Southwestern counterpart.

Imagine, if you will, a gigantic artist, coloring this desert scene. He settles carefully into a cross-legged position in the arroyo, trying to fit in amongst the cottonwoods and alder trees.

Out of an immense pencil box he picks up a piece of charcoal and carefully smudges the vermilion cliffs with desert varnish. Then he selects a white pen and limns the outlines of the Octotillo, as it waits for the summer rains…

Imagination must be visited constantly,

or else it begins to become restless and

emits strange bellows at embarrassing moments. Ignoring it only makes it grow larger and noisier.
~Patricia McKillip~

What if time is fluid?

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ancient ollas

Even with parts missing where the light shines through, the inherent beauty and grace of these ancient ollas, or water jars, is unforgettable. They are a reminder of our past as a human species. Our yesterday.

But they could be part of our future as well. A new physics theory asserts that time may be fluid, allowing the past, present, and future to exist simultaneously.

If that is true, somewhere, a thousand years from now, an archaeologist is fitting together broken teacups and barbecue platters, wondering what our civilization must have been like! Our tomorrow.

A people without history is like
wind through buffalo grass.
~Teton Sioux proverb~

Gargoyle in the desert

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I discovered this pink gargoyle in the middle of the Phoenix historic district, and my mind went back to a recent trip to Notre Dame in Paris where a lot of his cousins live.

Perhaps this little guy taking a vacation, getting away from the cold winter mist near the Seine!

In the middle of winter, I at last discovered that there was in me an invincible summer.
~Albert Camus~

 

The magic of being still

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Bow tie for the pond

Every now and then, nature presents us with a joke, if we are only receptive enough to catch it. Here, I found a perfect bow tie in the middle of the Dead Horse Park lagoon. Just waiting for someone to turn it around and paste it onto a beautiful package.

Or perhaps, it already was the ideal present, just waiting to be untied!

The universe is full of magic things patiently waiting for our senses to go sharper.
~Eden Phillpotts~