Add to ORKGTRAN RELAXED for a minute on the dike and looked skyward at the two rows of helicopters high above a...
Every morning, except after rain, the bellowing whistle would give out a slow hiss eventually breaki...
the wind was a puddle hovering an ocean but breezes swirled into a saffron sponge..
FEBRUARY had been a damp, chill month with none of the violence of winter. Snow, which seemed to mel...
The rain still came. The sun fought with the thick clouds, succeeding only in brightening the green ...
JIM pushed his way out of the back door as the cold March wind slammed against the North side of the...
The rain was plopping down in curious little pats, almost nondescript they were so weak, but she was...
EAT lies like a sticky hand over the little Nebraska town. The last drop of moisture has been wrung ...
THE night air, heavy now that dew covered the grass, pressed into the house without moving the curta...
Iron-gray sunless day, Opaque coat of clouds, Tree bodies dark with wet, Sidewalks cold with wet,..
On either side of me the great wheels turn, Sifting the hot dry earth into the air like smoke..
. . . of fall quarter, 1947. Beautiful Indian summer until cold snow in November. Several rainy week...
Wet from the cold March rain, the white paint glistens fresh. It is almost as if the barn has been s...
Walter Baxter gently closed the book he was reading and placed it on the bookcase beside his chair. ...
Nemanya wheeled down the road, his bike making a hot wind. This had been the third dry summer in a r...
TRAN RELAXED for a minute on the dike and looked skyward at the two rows of helicopters high above a...
Every morning, except after rain, the bellowing whistle would give out a slow hiss eventually breaki...
the wind was a puddle hovering an ocean but breezes swirled into a saffron sponge..
FEBRUARY had been a damp, chill month with none of the violence of winter. Snow, which seemed to mel...
The rain still came. The sun fought with the thick clouds, succeeding only in brightening the green ...
JIM pushed his way out of the back door as the cold March wind slammed against the North side of the...
The rain was plopping down in curious little pats, almost nondescript they were so weak, but she was...
EAT lies like a sticky hand over the little Nebraska town. The last drop of moisture has been wrung ...
THE night air, heavy now that dew covered the grass, pressed into the house without moving the curta...
Iron-gray sunless day, Opaque coat of clouds, Tree bodies dark with wet, Sidewalks cold with wet,..
On either side of me the great wheels turn, Sifting the hot dry earth into the air like smoke..
. . . of fall quarter, 1947. Beautiful Indian summer until cold snow in November. Several rainy week...
Wet from the cold March rain, the white paint glistens fresh. It is almost as if the barn has been s...
Walter Baxter gently closed the book he was reading and placed it on the bookcase beside his chair. ...
Nemanya wheeled down the road, his bike making a hot wind. This had been the third dry summer in a r...
TRAN RELAXED for a minute on the dike and looked skyward at the two rows of helicopters high above a...
Every morning, except after rain, the bellowing whistle would give out a slow hiss eventually breaki...
the wind was a puddle hovering an ocean but breezes swirled into a saffron sponge..