March 11, 2025
I see the rhythms, and not just the form. Life here remains ever in motion, circling in predictable paths as easily seen by me now as the landmarks are by Uncle Norbing.
March 4, 2025
We walk to the parapet wall, gazing at the white clouds as they form fantastic shapes and rainbow sunset stripes over the sea and the mountain range beyond.
February 25, 2025
This is the Pacific, raw and authentic, with its animalic, predatory eyes and paws ready to pounce. The people here learn the lessons of evolution in the face of adversity.
February 18, 2025
I smile in greeting and stay out of the way. I know I’m a curiosity, probably the first stranger they’ve seen apart from backpackers who motor through without stopping.
February 11, 2025
As the storm comes nearer, I count ten seconds after the lightning before the thunder hits. We watch, entranced, reveling in the feel of nature’s power.
February 4, 2025
Here on this land purchased from Sheryll’s family, we have no one to compete with but ourselves. It’s our chance to be who we are, rather than who others think we ought to be.