A Day Under the Blackstairs
A Day Under the Blackstairs Mushroom on the forest floor. Iphone 14 image capture. No Edit. The cows were at the far west end of the …
The Land is Full of Stories
The Land is Full of Stories Google Maps wanted me to turn left into a field. Not a lane, not a gravel track, not a gate with a farm name …
The Song in My Pocket
Song in My Pocket The son didn’t sing. His father did that, guitar across his knee in the back room of M. Doyle’s in …
Borrowed Ground
Borrowed Ground Twelve hours in an airport is its own kind of assignment. I had a table with a clear sightline down the concourse, a …
The River Never Sleeps
Aqua Vitae and The Ancient Observer Before Aqua Vitae and The Ancient Observer was a painting, it was a morning. I’ve told the …
The Genie Stays in the Bottle
I sat on the studio floor Thursday night with the laptop open and Brazil spread out across two folders, more than six hundred photos, …
Fifty-Seven to Fifty-One
It is fall here in Brazil, or at least I think it is. At any rate, the evening had gone cooler than any I’d felt since I landed, …
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 …