A mock naval war is underway in the bay in front of the Tibetan Tea House where I’m having coffee…
Rae and I are driving along a broad boulevard; hover-crafting above the tar surface. An image of her latest, unfinished, painting flashes by; a…
The spider moves around the stem of the plant and deftly starts to weave her web, aiming for a shimmering…
Late autumn is the best time of year to find paper nautilus shells on the beach below my house. Their…
I need to make a fire; to feel the smoke sting my eyes. To find wood – small twigs and pine…