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�ݺ�ߣshows by User: drwink / http://www.slideshare.net/images/logo.gif �ݺ�ߣshows by User: drwink / Sun, 23 Mar 2025 18:02:55 GMT �ݺ�ߣShare feed for �ݺ�ߣshows by User: drwink A Treasury of Other Places — Loci on the Arc of Time /slideshow/a-treasury-of-other-places-loci-on-the-arc-of-time/277093487 atoop-250323180255-be41bfac
What makes time an event or a space a place? We live on a spiral arc of time that never ends. Distance and difference are the tonics of creativity. For the last forty years, my soulmate Robyn has been my companion, my foil, and my subplot. Without her, my meanderings would have been meaningless. Other places I have written about are elsewhere. I’m a salvage anthropologist, reverse-engineering time warps into words for events to survive beyond their occurrence—to taste life twice. The space to move about and the time to be alone will soon become the great scarcities of tomorrow. But within these pages is an anthology of what I did on my vacations, 36 stories of 36 places over 36 years in time and space and travel and meaning and the writing of it all. They are immortal. Read them with your whole face. ]]>
What makes time an event or a space a place? We live on a spiral arc of time that never ends. Distance and difference are the tonics of creativity. For the last forty years, my soulmate Robyn has been my companion, my foil, and my subplot. Without her, my meanderings would have been meaningless. Other places I have written about are elsewhere. I’m a salvage anthropologist, reverse-engineering time warps into words for events to survive beyond their occurrence—to taste life twice. The space to move about and the time to be alone will soon become the great scarcities of tomorrow. But within these pages is an anthology of what I did on my vacations, 36 stories of 36 places over 36 years in time and space and travel and meaning and the writing of it all. They are immortal. Read them with your whole face. ]]> Sun, 23 Mar 2025 18:02:55 GMT /slideshow/a-treasury-of-other-places-loci-on-the-arc-of-time/277093487 drwink@slideshare.net(drwink) A Treasury of Other Places — Loci on the Arc of Time drwink What makes time an event or a space a place? We live on a spiral arc of time that never ends. Distance and difference are the tonics of creativity. For the last forty years, my soulmate Robyn has been my companion, my foil, and my subplot. Without her, my meanderings would have been meaningless. Other places I have written about are elsewhere. I’m a salvage anthropologist, reverse-engineering time warps into words for events to survive beyond their occurrence—to taste life twice. The space to move about and the time to be alone will soon become the great scarcities of tomorrow. But within these pages is an anthology of what I did on my vacations, 36 stories of 36 places over 36 years in time and space and travel and meaning and the writing of it all. They are immortal. Read them with your whole face. <img style="border:1px solid #C3E6D8;float:right;" alt="" src="https://cdn.slidesharecdn.com/ss_thumbnails/atoop-250323180255-be41bfac-thumbnail.jpg?width=120&height=120&fit=bounds" /> What makes time an event or a space a place? We live on a spiral arc of time that never ends. Distance and difference are the tonics of creativity. For the last forty years, my soulmate Robyn has been my companion, my foil, and my subplot. Without her, my meanderings would have been meaningless. Other places I have written about are elsewhere. I’m a salvage anthropologist, reverse-engineering time warps into words for events to survive beyond their occurrence—to taste life twice. The space to move about and the time to be alone will soon become the great scarcities of tomorrow. But within these pages is an anthology of what I did on my vacations, 36 stories of 36 places over 36 years in time and space and travel and meaning and the writing of it all. They are immortal. Read them with your whole face.

A Treasury of Other Places — Loci on the Arc of Time from Lawrence Winkler

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0 The Last Casebook of Doctor Sababa /slideshow/the-last-casebook-of-doctor-sababa/245108370 lcdsauthotreading-210326103940
Couldn’t stay away, could you? The characters and drama that seduced you in the first two books left a craving—and more Sababa is the cure. Inside these pages live the final seven original stories of survival, suspense, and satire from the Sage of the Salish Sea— the most special season of a seasoned specialist. He will amuse you with his wit and wisdom, and the spontaneous combustion and thrust they generate, often mixed in unequal proportions, as he dances with the devil in the pale moonlight. BC Bud is back on the radio, and the professor is back on point. Before there was artificial intelligence, the Good Doctor was the real thing, working in the mysterious old ways of a masterless samurai. But there comes an ill wind. Trouble, oh we got trouble... right here in Harbour City... with a capital ‘T’... and that rhymes with C and that stands for ‘Cool.’ Welcome to the winter of his Casebook and the unmaking of the man. Welcome back to Sababaland. ]]>
Couldn’t stay away, could you? The characters and drama that seduced you in the first two books left a craving—and more Sababa is the cure. Inside these pages live the final seven original stories of survival, suspense, and satire from the Sage of the Salish Sea— the most special season of a seasoned specialist. He will amuse you with his wit and wisdom, and the spontaneous combustion and thrust they generate, often mixed in unequal proportions, as he dances with the devil in the pale moonlight. BC Bud is back on the radio, and the professor is back on point. Before there was artificial intelligence, the Good Doctor was the real thing, working in the mysterious old ways of a masterless samurai. But there comes an ill wind. Trouble, oh we got trouble... right here in Harbour City... with a capital ‘T’... and that rhymes with C and that stands for ‘Cool.’ Welcome to the winter of his Casebook and the unmaking of the man. Welcome back to Sababaland. ]]> Fri, 26 Mar 2021 10:39:40 GMT /slideshow/the-last-casebook-of-doctor-sababa/245108370 drwink@slideshare.net(drwink) The Last Casebook of Doctor Sababa drwink Couldn’t stay away, could you? The characters and drama that seduced you in the first two books left a craving—and more Sababa is the cure. Inside these pages live the final seven original stories of survival, suspense, and satire from the Sage of the Salish Sea— the most special season of a seasoned specialist. He will amuse you with his wit and wisdom, and the spontaneous combustion and thrust they generate, often mixed in unequal proportions, as he dances with the devil in the pale moonlight. BC Bud is back on the radio, and the professor is back on point. Before there was artificial intelligence, the Good Doctor was the real thing, working in the mysterious old ways of a masterless samurai. But there comes an ill wind. Trouble, oh we got trouble... right here in Harbour City... with a capital ‘T’... and that rhymes with C and that stands for ‘Cool.’ Welcome to the winter of his Casebook and the unmaking of the man. Welcome back to Sababaland. <img style="border:1px solid #C3E6D8;float:right;" alt="" src="https://cdn.slidesharecdn.com/ss_thumbnails/lcdsauthotreading-210326103940-thumbnail.jpg?width=120&height=120&fit=bounds" /> Couldn’t stay away, could you? The characters and drama that seduced you in the first two books left a craving—and more Sababa is the cure. Inside these pages live the final seven original stories of survival, suspense, and satire from the Sage of the Salish Sea— the most special season of a seasoned specialist. He will amuse you with his wit and wisdom, and the spontaneous combustion and thrust they generate, often mixed in unequal proportions, as he dances with the devil in the pale moonlight. BC Bud is back on the radio, and the professor is back on point. Before there was artificial intelligence, the Good Doctor was the real thing, working in the mysterious old ways of a masterless samurai. But there comes an ill wind. Trouble, oh we got trouble... right here in Harbour City... with a capital ‘T’... and that rhymes with C and that stands for ‘Cool.’ Welcome to the winter of his Casebook and the unmaking of the man. Welcome back to Sababaland.

The Last Casebook of Doctor Sababa from Lawrence Winkler

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0 The Next Casebook of Doctor Sababa /slideshow/the-next-casebook-of-doctor-sababa/238544343 ncds2-200918182120
We all remember our favorite places. You must really love this place if you want to return so badly. Or perhaps you just want to spend some more special time with Doctor Sababa, our Internal Medical consultant at Harbour City Regional Hospital. He would have amused you with his wit and wisdom, and the spontaneous combustion and thrust they generate, often mixed in unequal proportions, as he dances with the devil in the pale moonlight. Before there was artificial intelligence, he was the real thing, working in the mysterious old ways of a masterless samurai. Inside these pages live six more original stories of survival, suspense, and satire from the Sage of the Salish Sea. Sharpen your pencils. Put on your thinking caps. Like the Good Doctor, you will have six minutes to see each patient. Don’t be alarmed. Think of it as an intellectual challenge. With lives in the balance.Welcome to the autumn of his Casebook. Welcome to Sababaland.]]>
We all remember our favorite places. You must really love this place if you want to return so badly. Or perhaps you just want to spend some more special time with Doctor Sababa, our Internal Medical consultant at Harbour City Regional Hospital. He would have amused you with his wit and wisdom, and the spontaneous combustion and thrust they generate, often mixed in unequal proportions, as he dances with the devil in the pale moonlight. Before there was artificial intelligence, he was the real thing, working in the mysterious old ways of a masterless samurai. Inside these pages live six more original stories of survival, suspense, and satire from the Sage of the Salish Sea. Sharpen your pencils. Put on your thinking caps. Like the Good Doctor, you will have six minutes to see each patient. Don’t be alarmed. Think of it as an intellectual challenge. With lives in the balance.Welcome to the autumn of his Casebook. Welcome to Sababaland.]]> Fri, 18 Sep 2020 18:21:20 GMT /slideshow/the-next-casebook-of-doctor-sababa/238544343 drwink@slideshare.net(drwink) The Next Casebook of Doctor Sababa drwink We all remember our favorite places. You must really love this place if you want to return so badly. Or perhaps you just want to spend some more special time with Doctor Sababa, our Internal Medical consultant at Harbour City Regional Hospital. He would have amused you with his wit and wisdom, and the spontaneous combustion and thrust they generate, often mixed in unequal proportions, as he dances with the devil in the pale moonlight. Before there was artificial intelligence, he was the real thing, working in the mysterious old ways of a masterless samurai. Inside these pages live six more original stories of survival, suspense, and satire from the Sage of the Salish Sea. Sharpen your pencils. Put on your thinking caps. Like the Good Doctor, you will have six minutes to see each patient. Don’t be alarmed. Think of it as an intellectual challenge. With lives in the balance.Welcome to the autumn of his Casebook. Welcome to Sababaland. <img style="border:1px solid #C3E6D8;float:right;" alt="" src="https://cdn.slidesharecdn.com/ss_thumbnails/ncds2-200918182120-thumbnail.jpg?width=120&height=120&fit=bounds" /> We all remember our favorite places. You must really love this place if you want to return so badly. Or perhaps you just want to spend some more special time with Doctor Sababa, our Internal Medical consultant at Harbour City Regional Hospital. He would have amused you with his wit and wisdom, and the spontaneous combustion and thrust they generate, often mixed in unequal proportions, as he dances with the devil in the pale moonlight. Before there was artificial intelligence, he was the real thing, working in the mysterious old ways of a masterless samurai. Inside these pages live six more original stories of survival, suspense, and satire from the Sage of the Salish Sea. Sharpen your pencils. Put on your thinking caps. Like the Good Doctor, you will have six minutes to see each patient. Don’t be alarmed. Think of it as an intellectual challenge. With lives in the balance.Welcome to the autumn of his Casebook. Welcome to Sababaland.

The Next Casebook of Doctor Sababa from Lawrence Winkler

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0 The Casebook of Doctor Sababa /slideshow/the-casebook-of-doctor-sababa/163006935 cds-190811173402
You will love Harbour City. Most visitors to the island drive right through, without taking time to explore its attractions. But you’re not most visitors. You will get to spend some time. Go head. Turn on your radio. That’s BC Bud, 101.3 FM on your Home and Native Band. He will announce your special arrival. And if you catch something more than a salmon, you could be referred to Doctor Sababa, an Internal Medicine consultant at Harbour City Regional, the Sage of the Salish Sea. He would amuse you with his wit and wisdom, and the spontaneous combustion and thrust they generate, often mixed in unequal proportions, as he dances with the devil in the pale moonlight. Before there was artificial intelligence, he was the real thing, working in the mysterious old ways of a masterless samurai. In the myriad motions of all celestial objects, he was a meteor. With proper care, you might even survive your encounter. Welcome to the spring and summer of his Casebook. Welcome to Sababaland. ]]>
You will love Harbour City. Most visitors to the island drive right through, without taking time to explore its attractions. But you’re not most visitors. You will get to spend some time. Go head. Turn on your radio. That’s BC Bud, 101.3 FM on your Home and Native Band. He will announce your special arrival. And if you catch something more than a salmon, you could be referred to Doctor Sababa, an Internal Medicine consultant at Harbour City Regional, the Sage of the Salish Sea. He would amuse you with his wit and wisdom, and the spontaneous combustion and thrust they generate, often mixed in unequal proportions, as he dances with the devil in the pale moonlight. Before there was artificial intelligence, he was the real thing, working in the mysterious old ways of a masterless samurai. In the myriad motions of all celestial objects, he was a meteor. With proper care, you might even survive your encounter. Welcome to the spring and summer of his Casebook. Welcome to Sababaland. ]]> Sun, 11 Aug 2019 17:34:01 GMT /slideshow/the-casebook-of-doctor-sababa/163006935 drwink@slideshare.net(drwink) The Casebook of Doctor Sababa drwink You will love Harbour City. Most visitors to the island drive right through, without taking time to explore its attractions. But you’re not most visitors. You will get to spend some time. Go head. Turn on your radio. That’s BC Bud, 101.3 FM on your Home and Native Band. He will announce your special arrival. And if you catch something more than a salmon, you could be referred to Doctor Sababa, an Internal Medicine consultant at Harbour City Regional, the Sage of the Salish Sea. He would amuse you with his wit and wisdom, and the spontaneous combustion and thrust they generate, often mixed in unequal proportions, as he dances with the devil in the pale moonlight. Before there was artificial intelligence, he was the real thing, working in the mysterious old ways of a masterless samurai. In the myriad motions of all celestial objects, he was a meteor. With proper care, you might even survive your encounter. Welcome to the spring and summer of his Casebook. Welcome to Sababaland. <img style="border:1px solid #C3E6D8;float:right;" alt="" src="https://cdn.slidesharecdn.com/ss_thumbnails/cds-190811173402-thumbnail.jpg?width=120&height=120&fit=bounds" /> You will love Harbour City. Most visitors to the island drive right through, without taking time to explore its attractions. But you’re not most visitors. You will get to spend some time. Go head. Turn on your radio. That’s BC Bud, 101.3 FM on your Home and Native Band. He will announce your special arrival. And if you catch something more than a salmon, you could be referred to Doctor Sababa, an Internal Medicine consultant at Harbour City Regional, the Sage of the Salish Sea. He would amuse you with his wit and wisdom, and the spontaneous combustion and thrust they generate, often mixed in unequal proportions, as he dances with the devil in the pale moonlight. Before there was artificial intelligence, he was the real thing, working in the mysterious old ways of a masterless samurai. In the myriad motions of all celestial objects, he was a meteor. With proper care, you might even survive your encounter. Welcome to the spring and summer of his Casebook. Welcome to Sababaland.

The Casebook of Doctor Sababa from Lawrence Winkler

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0 Wagon Days2 /slideshow/wagon-days2/92574618 wagondaysar-180401203313
The American West was a notion, not a nation. It was a process, not a place. The native animal and human life of the West was displaced, replaced, and exterminated- sixty million bison to make way for European bog animals, billions of passenger pigeons for nothing, and ninety percent of aboriginal native Americans, out of an original population of possibly a hundred million, by accident and design. Late in the summer of 2013, I set out to find the Old West, what it had been, and what had replaced it. The quest for my own wild panorama would turn wheels of fortune into a movable feast of Wagon Days. And if this don’t get your fire started, your wood’s wet.]]>
The American West was a notion, not a nation. It was a process, not a place. The native animal and human life of the West was displaced, replaced, and exterminated- sixty million bison to make way for European bog animals, billions of passenger pigeons for nothing, and ninety percent of aboriginal native Americans, out of an original population of possibly a hundred million, by accident and design. Late in the summer of 2013, I set out to find the Old West, what it had been, and what had replaced it. The quest for my own wild panorama would turn wheels of fortune into a movable feast of Wagon Days. And if this don’t get your fire started, your wood’s wet.]]> Sun, 01 Apr 2018 20:33:13 GMT /slideshow/wagon-days2/92574618 drwink@slideshare.net(drwink) Wagon Days2 drwink The American West was a notion, not a nation. It was a process, not a place. The native animal and human life of the West was displaced, replaced, and exterminated- sixty million bison to make way for European bog animals, billions of passenger pigeons for nothing, and ninety percent of aboriginal native Americans, out of an original population of possibly a hundred million, by accident and design. Late in the summer of 2013, I set out to find the Old West, what it had been, and what had replaced it. The quest for my own wild panorama would turn wheels of fortune into a movable feast of Wagon Days. And if this don’t get your fire started, your wood’s wet. <img style="border:1px solid #C3E6D8;float:right;" alt="" src="https://cdn.slidesharecdn.com/ss_thumbnails/wagondaysar-180401203313-thumbnail.jpg?width=120&height=120&fit=bounds" /> The American West was a notion, not a nation. It was a process, not a place. The native animal and human life of the West was displaced, replaced, and exterminated- sixty million bison to make way for European bog animals, billions of passenger pigeons for nothing, and ninety percent of aboriginal native Americans, out of an original population of possibly a hundred million, by accident and design. Late in the summer of 2013, I set out to find the Old West, what it had been, and what had replaced it. The quest for my own wild panorama would turn wheels of fortune into a movable feast of Wagon Days. And if this don’t get your fire started, your wood’s wet.

Wagon Days2 from Lawrence Winkler

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0 Westwood Lake Chronicles3 /slideshow/westwood-lake-chronicles3/92574567 westwoodlakechronicles2-180401203126
Twenty-five years ago they bought a homestead, in the middle of Vancouver Island, on the water’s edge. There are still reflections off the small lake at the foot of Mount Benson- of gardens and vineyards and woodland encounters. Westwood Lake Chronicles is a dreamscape diary, a backyard inventory of life and death in paradise, and the desperate pressures that threaten its existence. Lawrence Winkler has written an anthem to living deliberately with nature, and the virtues of simplicity, self-sufficiency, solitude, and silence. Find refuge.]]>
Twenty-five years ago they bought a homestead, in the middle of Vancouver Island, on the water’s edge. There are still reflections off the small lake at the foot of Mount Benson- of gardens and vineyards and woodland encounters. Westwood Lake Chronicles is a dreamscape diary, a backyard inventory of life and death in paradise, and the desperate pressures that threaten its existence. Lawrence Winkler has written an anthem to living deliberately with nature, and the virtues of simplicity, self-sufficiency, solitude, and silence. Find refuge.]]> Sun, 01 Apr 2018 20:31:25 GMT /slideshow/westwood-lake-chronicles3/92574567 drwink@slideshare.net(drwink) Westwood Lake Chronicles3 drwink Twenty-five years ago they bought a homestead, in the middle of Vancouver Island, on the water’s edge. There are still reflections off the small lake at the foot of Mount Benson- of gardens and vineyards and woodland encounters. Westwood Lake Chronicles is a dreamscape diary, a backyard inventory of life and death in paradise, and the desperate pressures that threaten its existence. Lawrence Winkler has written an anthem to living deliberately with nature, and the virtues of simplicity, self-sufficiency, solitude, and silence. Find refuge. <img style="border:1px solid #C3E6D8;float:right;" alt="" src="https://cdn.slidesharecdn.com/ss_thumbnails/westwoodlakechronicles2-180401203126-thumbnail.jpg?width=120&height=120&fit=bounds" /> Twenty-five years ago they bought a homestead, in the middle of Vancouver Island, on the water’s edge. There are still reflections off the small lake at the foot of Mount Benson- of gardens and vineyards and woodland encounters. Westwood Lake Chronicles is a dreamscape diary, a backyard inventory of life and death in paradise, and the desperate pressures that threaten its existence. Lawrence Winkler has written an anthem to living deliberately with nature, and the virtues of simplicity, self-sufficiency, solitude, and silence. Find refuge.

Westwood Lake Chronicles3 from Lawrence Winkler

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0 Westwood Lake Chronicles2 /slideshow/westwood-lake-chronicles2/92574487 westwoodlakechronicles1-180401202831
Twenty-five years ago they bought a homestead, in the middle of Vancouver Island, on the water’s edge. There are still reflections off the small lake at the foot of Mount Benson- of gardens and vineyards and woodland encounters. Westwood Lake Chronicles is a dreamscape diary, a backyard inventory of life and death in paradise, and the desperate pressures that threaten its existence. Lawrence Winkler has written an anthem to living deliberately with nature, and the virtues of simplicity, self-sufficiency, solitude, and silence. Find refuge.]]>
Twenty-five years ago they bought a homestead, in the middle of Vancouver Island, on the water’s edge. There are still reflections off the small lake at the foot of Mount Benson- of gardens and vineyards and woodland encounters. Westwood Lake Chronicles is a dreamscape diary, a backyard inventory of life and death in paradise, and the desperate pressures that threaten its existence. Lawrence Winkler has written an anthem to living deliberately with nature, and the virtues of simplicity, self-sufficiency, solitude, and silence. Find refuge.]]> Sun, 01 Apr 2018 20:28:30 GMT /slideshow/westwood-lake-chronicles2/92574487 drwink@slideshare.net(drwink) Westwood Lake Chronicles2 drwink Twenty-five years ago they bought a homestead, in the middle of Vancouver Island, on the water’s edge. There are still reflections off the small lake at the foot of Mount Benson- of gardens and vineyards and woodland encounters. Westwood Lake Chronicles is a dreamscape diary, a backyard inventory of life and death in paradise, and the desperate pressures that threaten its existence. Lawrence Winkler has written an anthem to living deliberately with nature, and the virtues of simplicity, self-sufficiency, solitude, and silence. Find refuge. <img style="border:1px solid #C3E6D8;float:right;" alt="" src="https://cdn.slidesharecdn.com/ss_thumbnails/westwoodlakechronicles1-180401202831-thumbnail.jpg?width=120&height=120&fit=bounds" /> Twenty-five years ago they bought a homestead, in the middle of Vancouver Island, on the water’s edge. There are still reflections off the small lake at the foot of Mount Benson- of gardens and vineyards and woodland encounters. Westwood Lake Chronicles is a dreamscape diary, a backyard inventory of life and death in paradise, and the desperate pressures that threaten its existence. Lawrence Winkler has written an anthem to living deliberately with nature, and the virtues of simplicity, self-sufficiency, solitude, and silence. Find refuge.

Westwood Lake Chronicles2 from Lawrence Winkler

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0 Stories of the Southern Sea2 /slideshow/stories-of-the-southern-sea2/92574404 storiesofthesouthernsea22-180401202536
It lives in the hole where the moon used to be. And for most of the worst part of the northern winter, over the last two decades, so have we. The real South Pacific was not a Bali Hai musical, but a drama of cannibals and castaways, headhunters and slavers, paradise and perdition. This is a book of saline psalms. This is water.]]>
It lives in the hole where the moon used to be. And for most of the worst part of the northern winter, over the last two decades, so have we. The real South Pacific was not a Bali Hai musical, but a drama of cannibals and castaways, headhunters and slavers, paradise and perdition. This is a book of saline psalms. This is water.]]> Sun, 01 Apr 2018 20:25:36 GMT /slideshow/stories-of-the-southern-sea2/92574404 drwink@slideshare.net(drwink) Stories of the Southern Sea2 drwink It lives in the hole where the moon used to be. And for most of the worst part of the northern winter, over the last two decades, so have we. The real South Pacific was not a Bali Hai musical, but a drama of cannibals and castaways, headhunters and slavers, paradise and perdition. This is a book of saline psalms. This is water. <img style="border:1px solid #C3E6D8;float:right;" alt="" src="https://cdn.slidesharecdn.com/ss_thumbnails/storiesofthesouthernsea22-180401202536-thumbnail.jpg?width=120&height=120&fit=bounds" /> It lives in the hole where the moon used to be. And for most of the worst part of the northern winter, over the last two decades, so have we. The real South Pacific was not a Bali Hai musical, but a drama of cannibals and castaways, headhunters and slavers, paradise and perdition. This is a book of saline psalms. This is water.

Stories of the Southern Sea2 from Lawrence Winkler

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0 Stories of the Southern Sea3 /slideshow/stories-of-the-southern-sea3/92574397 storiesofthesouthernsea2-180401202520
It lives in the hole where the moon used to be. And for most of the worst part of the northern winter, over the last two decades, so have we. The real South Pacific was not a Bali Hai musical, but a drama of cannibals and castaways, headhunters and slavers, paradise and perdition. This is a book of saline psalms. This is water.]]>
It lives in the hole where the moon used to be. And for most of the worst part of the northern winter, over the last two decades, so have we. The real South Pacific was not a Bali Hai musical, but a drama of cannibals and castaways, headhunters and slavers, paradise and perdition. This is a book of saline psalms. This is water.]]> Sun, 01 Apr 2018 20:25:20 GMT /slideshow/stories-of-the-southern-sea3/92574397 drwink@slideshare.net(drwink) Stories of the Southern Sea3 drwink It lives in the hole where the moon used to be. And for most of the worst part of the northern winter, over the last two decades, so have we. The real South Pacific was not a Bali Hai musical, but a drama of cannibals and castaways, headhunters and slavers, paradise and perdition. This is a book of saline psalms. This is water. <img style="border:1px solid #C3E6D8;float:right;" alt="" src="https://cdn.slidesharecdn.com/ss_thumbnails/storiesofthesouthernsea2-180401202520-thumbnail.jpg?width=120&height=120&fit=bounds" /> It lives in the hole where the moon used to be. And for most of the worst part of the northern winter, over the last two decades, so have we. The real South Pacific was not a Bali Hai musical, but a drama of cannibals and castaways, headhunters and slavers, paradise and perdition. This is a book of saline psalms. This is water.

Stories of the Southern Sea3 from Lawrence Winkler

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0 Orion’s Cartwheels1 /slideshow/orions-cartwheels1/92574328 oc1-180401202301
In the summer of 1980, a maverick young doctor gave it all up, to hitchhike around the world. The first arc he carved with his thumb stopped a little red pickup that took him over the horizon. Like his mythical hunter companion, Orion, he was on a vision quest, propelled toward the dawn to have his sight restored. This is the story of that five-year odyssey to discover his Destiny.]]>
In the summer of 1980, a maverick young doctor gave it all up, to hitchhike around the world. The first arc he carved with his thumb stopped a little red pickup that took him over the horizon. Like his mythical hunter companion, Orion, he was on a vision quest, propelled toward the dawn to have his sight restored. This is the story of that five-year odyssey to discover his Destiny.]]> Sun, 01 Apr 2018 20:23:01 GMT /slideshow/orions-cartwheels1/92574328 drwink@slideshare.net(drwink) Orion’s Cartwheels1 drwink In the summer of 1980, a maverick young doctor gave it all up, to hitchhike around the world. The first arc he carved with his thumb stopped a little red pickup that took him over the horizon. Like his mythical hunter companion, Orion, he was on a vision quest, propelled toward the dawn to have his sight restored. This is the story of that five-year odyssey to discover his Destiny. <img style="border:1px solid #C3E6D8;float:right;" alt="" src="https://cdn.slidesharecdn.com/ss_thumbnails/oc1-180401202301-thumbnail.jpg?width=120&height=120&fit=bounds" /> In the summer of 1980, a maverick young doctor gave it all up, to hitchhike around the world. The first arc he carved with his thumb stopped a little red pickup that took him over the horizon. Like his mythical hunter companion, Orion, he was on a vision quest, propelled toward the dawn to have his sight restored. This is the story of that five-year odyssey to discover his Destiny.

Orion’s Cartwheels1 from Lawrence Winkler

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0 Orion’s Cartwheels3 /slideshow/orions-cartwheels3/92574253 orion-180401202025
In the summer of 1980, a maverick young doctor gave it all up, to hitchhike around the world. The first arc he carved with his thumb stopped a little red pickup that took him over the horizon. Like his mythical hunter companion, Orion, he was on a vision quest, propelled toward the dawn to have his sight restored. This is the story of that five-year odyssey to discover his Destiny.]]>
In the summer of 1980, a maverick young doctor gave it all up, to hitchhike around the world. The first arc he carved with his thumb stopped a little red pickup that took him over the horizon. Like his mythical hunter companion, Orion, he was on a vision quest, propelled toward the dawn to have his sight restored. This is the story of that five-year odyssey to discover his Destiny.]]> Sun, 01 Apr 2018 20:20:25 GMT /slideshow/orions-cartwheels3/92574253 drwink@slideshare.net(drwink) Orion’s Cartwheels3 drwink In the summer of 1980, a maverick young doctor gave it all up, to hitchhike around the world. The first arc he carved with his thumb stopped a little red pickup that took him over the horizon. Like his mythical hunter companion, Orion, he was on a vision quest, propelled toward the dawn to have his sight restored. This is the story of that five-year odyssey to discover his Destiny. <img style="border:1px solid #C3E6D8;float:right;" alt="" src="https://cdn.slidesharecdn.com/ss_thumbnails/orion-180401202025-thumbnail.jpg?width=120&height=120&fit=bounds" /> In the summer of 1980, a maverick young doctor gave it all up, to hitchhike around the world. The first arc he carved with his thumb stopped a little red pickup that took him over the horizon. Like his mythical hunter companion, Orion, he was on a vision quest, propelled toward the dawn to have his sight restored. This is the story of that five-year odyssey to discover his Destiny.

Orion’s Cartwheels3 from Lawrence Winkler

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0 Orion’s Cartwheels2 /slideshow/orions-cartwheels2/92574165 oc2-180401201644
In the summer of 1980, a maverick young doctor gave it all up, to hitchhike around the world. The first arc he carved with his thumb stopped a little red pickup that took him over the horizon. Like his mythical hunter companion, Orion, he was on a vision quest, propelled toward the dawn to have his sight restored. This is the story of that five-year odyssey to discover his Destiny.]]>
In the summer of 1980, a maverick young doctor gave it all up, to hitchhike around the world. The first arc he carved with his thumb stopped a little red pickup that took him over the horizon. Like his mythical hunter companion, Orion, he was on a vision quest, propelled toward the dawn to have his sight restored. This is the story of that five-year odyssey to discover his Destiny.]]> Sun, 01 Apr 2018 20:16:44 GMT /slideshow/orions-cartwheels2/92574165 drwink@slideshare.net(drwink) Orion’s Cartwheels2 drwink In the summer of 1980, a maverick young doctor gave it all up, to hitchhike around the world. The first arc he carved with his thumb stopped a little red pickup that took him over the horizon. Like his mythical hunter companion, Orion, he was on a vision quest, propelled toward the dawn to have his sight restored. This is the story of that five-year odyssey to discover his Destiny. <img style="border:1px solid #C3E6D8;float:right;" alt="" src="https://cdn.slidesharecdn.com/ss_thumbnails/oc2-180401201644-thumbnail.jpg?width=120&height=120&fit=bounds" /> In the summer of 1980, a maverick young doctor gave it all up, to hitchhike around the world. The first arc he carved with his thumb stopped a little red pickup that took him over the horizon. Like his mythical hunter companion, Orion, he was on a vision quest, propelled toward the dawn to have his sight restored. This is the story of that five-year odyssey to discover his Destiny.

Orion’s Cartwheels2 from Lawrence Winkler

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0 Stout Men2 /slideshow/stout-men2-92574035/92574035 sm2-180401201138
Somewhere beyond the Salish Sea lived the Stout Men who did the Megin River, and Tibet, and the Amazon. There was Tictac and Poldy, Cliffy and Madame, Captain and Gung, and Papa Smurf, who would die someday, but not yet. These are the stories of where they rushed headlong, towards adventure and suffering, and how it all took place.]]>
Somewhere beyond the Salish Sea lived the Stout Men who did the Megin River, and Tibet, and the Amazon. There was Tictac and Poldy, Cliffy and Madame, Captain and Gung, and Papa Smurf, who would die someday, but not yet. These are the stories of where they rushed headlong, towards adventure and suffering, and how it all took place.]]> Sun, 01 Apr 2018 20:11:38 GMT /slideshow/stout-men2-92574035/92574035 drwink@slideshare.net(drwink) Stout Men2 drwink Somewhere beyond the Salish Sea lived the Stout Men who did the Megin River, and Tibet, and the Amazon. There was Tictac and Poldy, Cliffy and Madame, Captain and Gung, and Papa Smurf, who would die someday, but not yet. These are the stories of where they rushed headlong, towards adventure and suffering, and how it all took place. <img style="border:1px solid #C3E6D8;float:right;" alt="" src="https://cdn.slidesharecdn.com/ss_thumbnails/sm2-180401201138-thumbnail.jpg?width=120&height=120&fit=bounds" /> Somewhere beyond the Salish Sea lived the Stout Men who did the Megin River, and Tibet, and the Amazon. There was Tictac and Poldy, Cliffy and Madame, Captain and Gung, and Papa Smurf, who would die someday, but not yet. These are the stories of where they rushed headlong, towards adventure and suffering, and how it all took place.

Stout Men2 from Lawrence Winkler

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0 Stout Men1 /slideshow/stout-men1/92573718 sm1-180401200043
Somewhere beyond the Salish Sea lived the Stout Men who did the Megin River, and Tibet, and the Amazon. There was Tictac and Poldy, Cliffy and Madame, Captain and Gung, and Papa Smurf, who would die someday, but not yet. These are the stories of where they rushed headlong, towards adventure and suffering, and how it all took place.]]>
Somewhere beyond the Salish Sea lived the Stout Men who did the Megin River, and Tibet, and the Amazon. There was Tictac and Poldy, Cliffy and Madame, Captain and Gung, and Papa Smurf, who would die someday, but not yet. These are the stories of where they rushed headlong, towards adventure and suffering, and how it all took place.]]> Sun, 01 Apr 2018 20:00:43 GMT /slideshow/stout-men1/92573718 drwink@slideshare.net(drwink) Stout Men1 drwink Somewhere beyond the Salish Sea lived the Stout Men who did the Megin River, and Tibet, and the Amazon. There was Tictac and Poldy, Cliffy and Madame, Captain and Gung, and Papa Smurf, who would die someday, but not yet. These are the stories of where they rushed headlong, towards adventure and suffering, and how it all took place. <img style="border:1px solid #C3E6D8;float:right;" alt="" src="https://cdn.slidesharecdn.com/ss_thumbnails/sm1-180401200043-thumbnail.jpg?width=120&height=120&fit=bounds" /> Somewhere beyond the Salish Sea lived the Stout Men who did the Megin River, and Tibet, and the Amazon. There was Tictac and Poldy, Cliffy and Madame, Captain and Gung, and Papa Smurf, who would die someday, but not yet. These are the stories of where they rushed headlong, towards adventure and suffering, and how it all took place.

Stout Men1 from Lawrence Winkler

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0 The Bolthole1 /slideshow/the-bolthole/91884257 bh-180325212645
The fates of three tormented men, born as many eras apart, come together in a rock cave on the Coromandel peninsula of New Zealand— Tama of the Ngātei Hei, Billy Green in the days of gold, and Dr. Sababa from across the ocean— seeking revenge, discovering treasure, and searching for redemption. Inside The Bolthole, on a mossy platform, is the skull of a Maori chieftain, the silver button of a British Naval captain, and a greenstone club. Here their thrilling life and death stories of obsession begin by hurtling down the shoreline of the same beach, and end in the fierce battles that left the coastal sands white with bones.]]>
The fates of three tormented men, born as many eras apart, come together in a rock cave on the Coromandel peninsula of New Zealand— Tama of the Ngātei Hei, Billy Green in the days of gold, and Dr. Sababa from across the ocean— seeking revenge, discovering treasure, and searching for redemption. Inside The Bolthole, on a mossy platform, is the skull of a Maori chieftain, the silver button of a British Naval captain, and a greenstone club. Here their thrilling life and death stories of obsession begin by hurtling down the shoreline of the same beach, and end in the fierce battles that left the coastal sands white with bones.]]> Sun, 25 Mar 2018 21:26:45 GMT /slideshow/the-bolthole/91884257 drwink@slideshare.net(drwink) The Bolthole1 drwink The fates of three tormented men, born as many eras apart, come together in a rock cave on the Coromandel peninsula of New Zealand— Tama of the Ngātei Hei, Billy Green in the days of gold, and Dr. Sababa from across the ocean— seeking revenge, discovering treasure, and searching for redemption. Inside The Bolthole, on a mossy platform, is the skull of a Maori chieftain, the silver button of a British Naval captain, and a greenstone club. Here their thrilling life and death stories of obsession begin by hurtling down the shoreline of the same beach, and end in the fierce battles that left the coastal sands white with bones. <img style="border:1px solid #C3E6D8;float:right;" alt="" src="https://cdn.slidesharecdn.com/ss_thumbnails/bh-180325212645-thumbnail.jpg?width=120&height=120&fit=bounds" /> The fates of three tormented men, born as many eras apart, come together in a rock cave on the Coromandel peninsula of New Zealand— Tama of the Ngātei Hei, Billy Green in the days of gold, and Dr. Sababa from across the ocean— seeking revenge, discovering treasure, and searching for redemption. Inside The Bolthole, on a mossy platform, is the skull of a Maori chieftain, the silver button of a British Naval captain, and a greenstone club. Here their thrilling life and death stories of obsession begin by hurtling down the shoreline of the same beach, and end in the fierce battles that left the coastal sands white with bones.

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0 Wagon Days1 /slideshow/wagon-days-47345624/47345624 wd-150423140844-conversion-gate01
The American West was a notion, not a nation. It was a process, not a place. The native animal and human life of the West was displaced, replaced, and exterminated- sixty million bison to make way for European bog animals, billions of passenger pigeons for nothing, and ninety percent of aboriginal native Americans, out of an original population of possibly a hundred million, by accident and design. Late in the summer of 2013, I set out to find the Old West, what it had been, and what had replaced it. The quest for my own wild panorama would turn wheels of fortune into a movable feast of Wagon Days. And if this don’t get your fire started, your wood’s wet. ]]>
The American West was a notion, not a nation. It was a process, not a place. The native animal and human life of the West was displaced, replaced, and exterminated- sixty million bison to make way for European bog animals, billions of passenger pigeons for nothing, and ninety percent of aboriginal native Americans, out of an original population of possibly a hundred million, by accident and design. Late in the summer of 2013, I set out to find the Old West, what it had been, and what had replaced it. The quest for my own wild panorama would turn wheels of fortune into a movable feast of Wagon Days. And if this don’t get your fire started, your wood’s wet. ]]> Thu, 23 Apr 2015 14:08:44 GMT /slideshow/wagon-days-47345624/47345624 drwink@slideshare.net(drwink) Wagon Days1 drwink The American West was a notion, not a nation. It was a process, not a place. The native animal and human life of the West was displaced, replaced, and exterminated- sixty million bison to make way for European bog animals, billions of passenger pigeons for nothing, and ninety percent of aboriginal native Americans, out of an original population of possibly a hundred million, by accident and design. Late in the summer of 2013, I set out to find the Old West, what it had been, and what had replaced it. The quest for my own wild panorama would turn wheels of fortune into a movable feast of Wagon Days. And if this don’t get your fire started, your wood’s wet. <img style="border:1px solid #C3E6D8;float:right;" alt="" src="https://cdn.slidesharecdn.com/ss_thumbnails/wd-150423140844-conversion-gate01-thumbnail.jpg?width=120&height=120&fit=bounds" /> The American West was a notion, not a nation. It was a process, not a place. The native animal and human life of the West was displaced, replaced, and exterminated- sixty million bison to make way for European bog animals, billions of passenger pigeons for nothing, and ninety percent of aboriginal native Americans, out of an original population of possibly a hundred million, by accident and design. Late in the summer of 2013, I set out to find the Old West, what it had been, and what had replaced it. The quest for my own wild panorama would turn wheels of fortune into a movable feast of Wagon Days. And if this don’t get your fire started, your wood’s wet.

Wagon Days1 from Lawrence Winkler

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0 Stories of the Southern Sea1 /slideshow/storiesofthe-southernsea/30732743 storiesofthesouthernsea-140202170950-phpapp02
It lives in the hole where the moon used to be. And for most of the worst part of the northern winter, over the last two decades, so have we. The real South Pacific was not a Bali Hai musical, but a drama of cannibals and castaways, headhunters and slavers, paradise and perdition. This is a book of saline psalms. This is water. ]]>
It lives in the hole where the moon used to be. And for most of the worst part of the northern winter, over the last two decades, so have we. The real South Pacific was not a Bali Hai musical, but a drama of cannibals and castaways, headhunters and slavers, paradise and perdition. This is a book of saline psalms. This is water. ]]> Sun, 02 Feb 2014 17:09:50 GMT /slideshow/storiesofthe-southernsea/30732743 drwink@slideshare.net(drwink) Stories of the Southern Sea1 drwink It lives in the hole where the moon used to be. And for most of the worst part of the northern winter, over the last two decades, so have we. The real South Pacific was not a Bali Hai musical, but a drama of cannibals and castaways, headhunters and slavers, paradise and perdition. This is a book of saline psalms. This is water. <img style="border:1px solid #C3E6D8;float:right;" alt="" src="https://cdn.slidesharecdn.com/ss_thumbnails/storiesofthesouthernsea-140202170950-phpapp02-thumbnail.jpg?width=120&height=120&fit=bounds" /> It lives in the hole where the moon used to be. And for most of the worst part of the northern winter, over the last two decades, so have we. The real South Pacific was not a Bali Hai musical, but a drama of cannibals and castaways, headhunters and slavers, paradise and perdition. This is a book of saline psalms. This is water.

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0 The Final Cartwheel1 /slideshow/the-final-cartwheel/16548543 thefinalcartwheel-130215072347-phpapp02
The Final Cartwheel is the story of a young doctor’s return home, after a five-year hitchhiking odyssey around the world. Through East Asia, Indonesia, and around the Antipodes, the circle becomes unbroken.]]>
The Final Cartwheel is the story of a young doctor’s return home, after a five-year hitchhiking odyssey around the world. Through East Asia, Indonesia, and around the Antipodes, the circle becomes unbroken.]]> Fri, 15 Feb 2013 07:23:47 GMT /slideshow/the-final-cartwheel/16548543 drwink@slideshare.net(drwink) The Final Cartwheel1 drwink The Final Cartwheel is the story of a young doctor’s return home, after a five-year hitchhiking odyssey around the world. Through East Asia, Indonesia, and around the Antipodes, the circle becomes unbroken. <img style="border:1px solid #C3E6D8;float:right;" alt="" src="https://cdn.slidesharecdn.com/ss_thumbnails/thefinalcartwheel-130215072347-phpapp02-thumbnail.jpg?width=120&height=120&fit=bounds" /> The Final Cartwheel is the story of a young doctor’s return home, after a five-year hitchhiking odyssey around the world. Through East Asia, Indonesia, and around the Antipodes, the circle becomes unbroken.

The Final Cartwheel1 from Lawrence Winkler

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0 Hind Cartwheel1 /slideshow/hind-cartwheel/16499052 hindcartwheel-130213010942-phpapp01
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0 Between the Cartwheels1 /slideshow/between-the-cartwheels/16493402 betweenthecartwheels-130212151921-phpapp02
In the summer of 1980, a maverick young doctor gave it all up, to hitchhike around the world. The first part of his odyssey took him through South America and up through Africa, accompanied by his mythical hunter companion, Orion. Between the Cartwheels is the sequel to that cartwheel, his vision quest continuing now, on the European Grand Tour adventure of a lifetime. ]]>
In the summer of 1980, a maverick young doctor gave it all up, to hitchhike around the world. The first part of his odyssey took him through South America and up through Africa, accompanied by his mythical hunter companion, Orion. Between the Cartwheels is the sequel to that cartwheel, his vision quest continuing now, on the European Grand Tour adventure of a lifetime. ]]> Tue, 12 Feb 2013 15:19:21 GMT /slideshow/between-the-cartwheels/16493402 drwink@slideshare.net(drwink) Between the Cartwheels1 drwink In the summer of 1980, a maverick young doctor gave it all up, to hitchhike around the world. The first part of his odyssey took him through South America and up through Africa, accompanied by his mythical hunter companion, Orion. Between the Cartwheels is the sequel to that cartwheel, his vision quest continuing now, on the European Grand Tour adventure of a lifetime. <img style="border:1px solid #C3E6D8;float:right;" alt="" src="https://cdn.slidesharecdn.com/ss_thumbnails/betweenthecartwheels-130212151921-phpapp02-thumbnail.jpg?width=120&height=120&fit=bounds" /> In the summer of 1980, a maverick young doctor gave it all up, to hitchhike around the world. The first part of his odyssey took him through South America and up through Africa, accompanied by his mythical hunter companion, Orion. Between the Cartwheels is the sequel to that cartwheel, his vision quest continuing now, on the European Grand Tour adventure of a lifetime.

Between the Cartwheels1 from Lawrence Winkler

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0 https://cdn.slidesharecdn.com/profile-photo-drwink-48x48.jpg?cb=1742752894 Lawrence Winkler is an ancient physician and phenomenologist, traveler, and natural philosopher. As a young man, he hitchhiked around the world, for five transformative years. Since 1988, he has worked as a Consultant Specialist Physician in Internal Medicine. He is a Fellow of the Royal College of Physicians and Surgeons of Canada, and the American College of Physicians, with professional interests in Difficult Diagnoses and Multisystem Disease. He was the Founder and Director of the Nanaimo Research Institute. Identified as an “Educational Influential” Physician by the Faculty of Medicine at the University of British Columbia, he now enjoys a role as a Clinical Assistant Professor... www.lawrencewinkler.com https://cdn.slidesharecdn.com/ss_thumbnails/atoop-250323180255-be41bfac-thumbnail.jpg?width=320&height=320&fit=bounds slideshow/a-treasury-of-other-places-loci-on-the-arc-of-time/277093487 A Treasury of Other Pl... https://cdn.slidesharecdn.com/ss_thumbnails/lcdsauthotreading-210326103940-thumbnail.jpg?width=320&height=320&fit=bounds slideshow/the-last-casebook-of-doctor-sababa/245108370 The Last Casebook of D... https://cdn.slidesharecdn.com/ss_thumbnails/ncds2-200918182120-thumbnail.jpg?width=320&height=320&fit=bounds slideshow/the-next-casebook-of-doctor-sababa/238544343 The Next Casebook of D...