Beach – On the Edge of Life and Death
Late afternoon. Bastendorff Beach. Cape Arago. Few people. Low tide. Golden light. I walk and run and…
Late afternoon. Bastendorff Beach. Cape Arago. Few people. Low tide. Golden light. I walk and run and…
Pluck seeds from a star Hold tight to the swaying stem Siskin on sunflower Our front yard…
This July 4th morning I woke contemplating why Interdependence Day resonates more than Independence Day. I believe interdependence forms…
Just as I’m about to head to the Wild East for an Appalachian Trail adventure in the…
Brush. The word connotes a thorny nuisance. Change the word to shrub and the image shifts a…
Two dark-eyed juncos at dusk fly up from dining on black sunflower seeds in the snow…
I have a Valentine’s Day confession to make. I truly love that first sip of morning coffee…
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