Bridge of Sighs looking lovely tonight.
I am losing precious days. I am degenerating into a machine for making money. I am learning nothing in this trivial world of men. I must break away and get out into the mountains to learn the news.
John Muir (via theohpioneer)
Fuck and yes.
I’m feeling good about getting the first part of my Doc Holliday novel up on Amazon. Yesterday was the 126th anniversary of Doc’s death in Glenwood Springs, CO. It was my deadline (excuse the pun) for getting all this rolling. I was feeling a bit jittery about it at first but I’m feeling happy and excited now. It’s only available for Kindle at the moment but I’ll get it up in other formats as soon as I can.
What do you think of the cover, painted by artist Dan Mathis?
For brick and mortar breed filth and crime,
With a pulse of evil that throbs and beats;
And men are withered before their prime
By the curse paved in with the lanes and streets.
And lungs are poisoned and shoulders bowed,
In the smothering reek of mill and mine;
And death stalks in on the struggling crowd—
But he shuns the shadow of oak and pine.
Nessmuk (George Washington Sears)
This my friend, is a pint…