The morning the water swallowed my beach is the morning the world finally looked. Four nights later, the forecast promised nothing and the sky burned anyway.
Riverview Farm Park
Room for the Light
The furniture is out. The windows aren't blocked anymore. I walked through my own house this weekend startled by how much sun comes into it.
A Beautiful Bruised Capture
I superglued my heel shut last week. I didn’t plan to write that first sentence, but it’s where everything else starts, so I'll begin there. Six days ago, I was standing out on the shoals before dawn, ankle-deep in water I know well, framing a sailboat moored past the shallows with her mast running straight … Continue reading A Beautiful Bruised Capture
Another Sunrise
Tomorrow could be an ending or a beginning, and I won't know until I'm in the room. But I've learned this summer: sometimes the beautiful and the hard are the same light.
The Wildfire Sun: Beauty from Ashes
The sun went red because something far away was burning. The glory I was chasing was refracted grief. And I finally understood why I feel so right beneath it.
