THE FOREST OF STONE
The finest workers in stone are not copper or steel tools, but the gentle touches of air and water working … Continue reading THE FOREST OF STONE
The finest workers in stone are not copper or steel tools, but the gentle touches of air and water working … Continue reading THE FOREST OF STONE
The inlets and coves, slotted into the coastline like notches on a sailor’s knife handle… I was jumped on by … Continue reading Moonlight Encounter
Turn your face to the sunand the shadows fall behind you.– Maori Proverb I meet the coast at Fortrose. The … Continue reading Coasting the Catlins
Every surface, every tree, every stone, every blade of grass seems to absorb the sun’s light, bend it into gentle new spectrums, then radiate it back into the air. Continue reading River Song
And then I thought, “Well fuck this”… Continue reading Sgt. Dan the Creamota Man