It’s mid-August and there’s still snow on the Sierra Nevada. So many people I’ve talked to note the presence of patchy iced water with pride as if somehow all of us here in California did that. Made the rivers flood again and the Eastern Sierra fuzz green with our hope through the drought years. And … Continue reading
Tag Archives: musings
Unsee
One of the things that struck me last year about the beach town of Estoril/Cascais in Portugal is that everyone goes to the beach. I mean EVERYONE. There are naked babies and topless grandmas. Bodies (or “houses” as my friends who live here call them) of all shapes, sizes, colors, ages, and stages of undress. … Continue reading
Every Sunset
Last year, after my first trip to Portugal/Spain/south France, I decided to write about the sunset every day for a year. There were a few reasons for this. Mostly, I was inspired by Arles and Van Gogh’s work he did there, sketching the same things over and over on a daily basis so as to … Continue reading
Reverse Sunset
The sun had already set when my plane took off in Philadelphia. A gold-grey haze that made the clouds look like peeling varnish on a mirror that is reflecting candle flame. But as we flew north and very slightly east, a glowing red began to bubble over the dark clouds. We were flying not into … Continue reading
Growing Up
When my grandfather was thirteen, he came home from school and found his mother was gone. No note. No food. Just an absence in the house. He did what any normal thirteen-year-old boy would do which was continue life as usual. He went to school. He stole food from convenience stores. He kept quiet that … Continue reading
Janus Stories
Like Janus, New Orleans has at least two faces and a multitude of stories that chorus in your ears during the afternoon thunderstorms. They wake you up at night with their rush and pound; they build throughout the day with humidity and pressure, until you are begging the city to spill its tales. I lived … Continue reading
Name It
My friend Leah Pantéa did a podcast with Jordan Ekeroth of The Reindeer Club where she talked about her art and faith. This is the second post about ideas that were sparked by their conversation. I am too lazy to go back into the podcast and give direct quotes, so you will have to listen to it … Continue reading
