Author Archives: Roger Gosden
GOLD AND GUNS IN EDEN Part 1 of 4
For a month’s respite from new blogs I am posting a memoir dissected into four A Memoir from Western New Guinea (some names have been changed) There was a message waiting in my office from an unidentified caller. Jacob was … Continue reading
Passchendaele
Whatever the etymology of Passchendaele, the little Flemish village sounds to me like “Valley of Passion” in English. In 1917, it was a valley of mud and cordite, steel and fire. The dirt was burned and scoured of life, except … Continue reading
Celebrating the Dirt Road
Dirt roads are the borderland between flourishing nature and the black sterility of asphalt roads. Gravel roads are dirt roads after they have been improved with crushed stone to make them more resilient to wear and weather. Dirt roads of … Continue reading
Yellowstone Opens the Doors of Perception
While I was sauntering through woods I mused how quickly the intensity of first impressions fade to extinction. How the frisson of a new place or a face we want to sustain with its original freshness never burns so brightly … Continue reading







