The Writings of L.S. Gribko
Author of the visionary novel, "Giving Voice to Dawn"
Slide Your Fingers Through My Soul
I try not to reach out and touch you, When I walk upon these fields, But the fact that I’m here at all is invitation for you to extend your hands And brush them through my soul. What is it that you’d like me to feel in your gentle stroke? I cannot name that sensation...
Foggy Day at Devil’s Den
The Photo. I shot this photo of the artillery position atop Devil's Den at Gettysburg National Battlefield on a foggy Monday. It was right before noon on March 27, 2017, to be exact. I wasn't really planning on spending time around Devil's Den on this particular trip...
House Afire and an Apparition…Antietam’s Joseph Poffenberger Farm at Sunset
The Photo. I shot this photo of the Joseph Poffenberger Farm on September 22, 2016, as the sun sank quickly in the west. Although it might appear as if the setting sun is reflecting off a window, I'm actually facing west and the sun is shining straight through windows...
Beautiful Death: Neonicotinoids Unmasked
Spring Flowers, Buzzing Bees, and Nerve Poisons As the sun comes out to melt the snow and spring planting mania builds, I wanted to share some information about neonicotinoids. If you’re now scratching your head wondering what a neon-icky-tinoid might be, the simple...
Of Sex, Trains, and Politics: A Story of Life Purpose Derailed
This post began with a Christmas ornament--a miniature train that is the most recent commemorative offering from The White House Historical Association. If you’re not familiar with this series of ornaments, one is produced each year to honor a specific past President...
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