Category Archives: Black and White
Today I made a pile of rocks with my kiddo for an hour. It was a three inch square pile of little tiny rocks. Today I developed a photo of a partially focused tree. It was a forgettable moment that … Continue reading
I spent the night in jail and looked at the walls and I wondered how I would eat the food for years and days and days on end. From the perspective of day one (and only one) it was inedible. … Continue reading
I am thinking about the tide and watching it now, again, for several days. We are about 60 feet above the tideline in a house on the Oregon coast and I can see the ocean moving from above. I know there … Continue reading
I have four words for my son for his learning. These are springboards. They (you know, “them”) will teach him how to read and add/subtract in those rooms. After that (before that really, as in right now), this, these: Passion Curiosity … Continue reading
In my dream dogs run, Grass bends; I hear them gallop. A river turns north.
I have read that the distractions and addictions we play with are the branches and leaves of a tree. The trunk of the tree is called codependence, a ridiculous word with no relationship by meaning to the word that makes it … Continue reading
As a kid I often stood in receding waters at the sand bars staring out at the straight line separating the Gulf of Mexico from the bleached blue sky. Faded clouds, baked in the relentless heat, not even white, coloroless, lolled … Continue reading