Wednesday, November 2, 2011

Morning Walk


    There is a splash of rain…just enough to refract the light. The gulls are breaking fast and an intrepid old man is riding his bicycle through the sand.

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

Evening Walk

            There is rain in the forecast, but tonight is cold and star-laden.  I wander the beach watching a golden crescent moon cradle into the ocean.

Monday, October 31, 2011


     It’s Halloween in a quiet space where the eve is marked only by the orange of the setting sun. There is no one here where I am camped, over the ancient site of a band of Salish. The ephemeral clouds ghosting the creek assume dream forms as I bend far out over darkening ripples where fish surface and insects light.  Just where the fresh water flows into the saltier sea, another slap and roll of bright rings leads my eye to what the heron has already spied.  A trout rises, disturbing the wavering ghosts fishing in deep water.

Thursday, September 22, 2011


Late at night
Men pull food
Out of restaurant garbage
Some of it eaten
Some shoved into plastic bags.

And in the morning

One crabbed old man
Pulls a cart
Filled with dirty bags
His tattered shreds
Into the square

Calling in the pigeons.

He crumbles bread
Over the pavers
Where hundreds of birds
Cloud and swirl
Landing on arms and head

Flapping for a share.

We move closer
Cameras thieving
His image
Until he spies us    Cautious
Moving around the edges.

He holds out a crooked hand
But we back away
Across some thin line
From filth and stench

And fear.

Glowering, he spits at us
And grabs a bird
In violence
Wringing from it
What we would not give

Even as fair trade.

Sunday, August 21, 2011

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Tuesday, July 19, 2011

Wallowa Mountains

Seven Devils from Buckhorn Guard Station
Billy Meadows

Spent the last week living in a tent... retuning to nature in the Wallowa Mountains.  It was a retreat of sorts to focus on writing and photographing.... two of my passions. 

Twelve others and I spent this time together at Fishtrap's Outpost in Billy Meadows, working on our craft.

Meadows of Flowers

The nights were filled with bugling elk, howling coyotes, calling owls and the lyric song of the thrush.  The days were filled with flowers, butterflies and rich words.  

View from Buckhorn Guard Station
Some days the quest is beautiful.  Some days the quest is not quite so lonely.