Walking in the wind

When we arrive in Santa Elena the wind has been already been blowing for 24 hours, downing trees and sending roofs sailing all over town.

Bodie, California

Bodie, California.

Mistakes Were Made

. . . their progress so slow it was imperceptible, in their venerable two hundred-year-old shells, as our car sped past to the airport. To them, we were nothing but a passing blur. Gone in a flash.

Meadows Flowers Waterfalls

The diversity of wildlife was a constant source of surprise, and we learned a lesson from the sun bathing alligators.

The Essential Nowhere

The five cats’ bellyaching began as I backed out of our Tucson driveway. They wailed as temperatures somersaulted the century mark. They bellowed as we raced through Phoenix, no regular coffee stop, Phoenix a COVID hotspot.

Fifteen Thousand Miles

The Taiko drum starts. Thump thump thump. The chanting begins, a breakneck liturgy in an insistent monotone. The timpani accentuates. Clang clang clang.