in the middle of the forest.
Saturday, August 25, 2012
Wednesday, August 22, 2012
Tuesday, August 21, 2012
Wednesday, August 15, 2012
Friday, August 10, 2012
Thursday, August 9, 2012
I seem to think about water: waves in North Carolina, the bright blue green of the river,
a morning spent in a canoe on the Columbia slough, the uneven shimmer of moon on the sea.
The slur and rush of water, the humidity in the air back east, the first smell of the sea
when I open the car door and push out into the wind, the perfection of finding
a break in the riverbank--a place to finally step into the water.