Essays and Prose
Snow Falls on Silence
I love the sound of snow falling. The hush in the air is softening loud.
I love the sound of snow falling. The hush in the air is softening loud.
Playing cards struck cycle spokes. We pedaled fast down the road, through almond tree streets, where pink petals fell. Dappled shade,...
One day, I came across an old photograph I had taken at the top of Manoa Falls in the late 1970s....
A video of this is at the end. Something is fascinating about fasciation in plants. Plant collectors always look for the...
I planted 50 bulbs in a shallow container.
Every Easter, it was all about the daffodils.