“As I walked in the front door, with the glare of early morning sun still in my eyes, I had the illusion that I saw someone I recognized. She was sitting in a chair near the door, reading a magazine,… — Kenn Kaufman Copy Share
“As I walked in the front door, with the glare of early morning sun still in my eyes, I had the illusion that I saw someone I recognized. She was sitting in a chair near the door, reading a magazine, and she looked for all the world like-- But it couldn't really be her, of course. She would have had… — Kenn Kaufman Copy Share
“Haunting the library as a kid, reading poetry books when I was not reading bird books, I had been astonished at how often birds were mentioned in British poetry. Songsters like nightingales and Sky Larks appeared in literally dozens of works, going back beyond Shakespeare, back beyond Chaucer. Entire poems dedicated to such birds were written by Tennyson, Wordsworth, Shelley,… — Kenn Kaufman Copy Share
“But in the early 1970s, we were not birdwatching. We were birding, and that made all the difference. We were out to seek, to… — Kenn Kaufman Copy Share Image
“ Dreams and coffee and sunrises make up the rhythms of the road. Music is a part of it, too: the popular music on… — Kenn Kaufman Copy Share Image
“Where would the would-be “purists” draw the line between native and alien elements? This whole planet was altered by the hand of man. A… — Kenn Kaufman Copy Share Image
