One Bag, Twenty-two Years
One Bag, Twenty-Two Years The ruck sack is smaller than it should be for twenty-four hours of travel and fourteen days on the other side …
Lava, Slow and Beautiful
The rabbit hole knows something I don’t I sat down this morning to do something dull and necessary, clear out an inbox that had …
Dont Stifle the Trifle
This was an incredible week. Some of it I will talk about Thursday in the Living by Making Substack. Some I want to talk about now. …
Hemingway, Buffalo Bill and a Table Riding Shotgun
I rolled over with one long sigh. The last vestiges of rest gave out, and it was time to make tracks. We had a Rav4 to load, eight hours …
Nothing Left to Meet
Morning arrived with a headache, the kind that comes from too little sleep or too little water, though to me they’ve always felt …
I Quit.
The studio door was inviting all week. I know because I kept walking past it.Not closed off or unavailable. Not locked. Just standing …
Bond. 20# Bond.
The north light had not come up full yet when I coated another test, a small four by five square of paper laid flat on the table while …
Logic Doesn’t Get a Vote
The goji berry at the east fence had gotten completely away from me again, forty feet of it in one area spreading exponentially like it …
A Crane Painting and a Paddle, Both Gone by Sunday
I have been emotionally flat this week. Not sad, not anxious, not burned out in any dramatic way. Just neutral. The kind of tired that …
The Drawers That Wouldn’t Open
The drawer opened. I stood there holding it, not moving, because somewhere in the last five years I had genuinely stopped believing it …
Good Firewood Now
The panel caught the edge of the workbench and hit the floor. I knew from the sound. That sound. The specific, irreversible crack of …
After the Banners Came Down
I didn’t take a single photograph. That shocked me when I realized it, somewhere on the drive home. Two days at the state …