Alone among a mussel cluster a sea star glows in stillness, vermillion like a smile like sunshine while the sea grass sways. Today I stand in cold tide pools because that is where my bare white feet make sense, alone among the cosmic rhyme of fives.
Within Within When I turn the radio on I want to turn the radio on again I want to turn the radio on within within I want to turn the radio on I want to find a frequency without a frequency without to tune to too I want to find a frequency without a […]
I realized on a recent trip to Virginia that what I still glean from experiencing the pre-industrial vernacular architecture of the Eastern Seaboard is a sense of appropriate scale. My definition of scale here incorporates relationships between people, between resources, and between the commerce, enterprise and production that connects them all. Despite the obvious (and […]
Looking up the Tevere towards Islola Tiburina Water flows through Rome more visibly than time. It is an almost magical presence here, an animating force that makes the Eternal City feel alive in the present. Water streams constantly from hundreds of street corner taps, cold and delicious. Some still flows over aqueducts from the Colli […]
Rodeo Beach, viewed from the trail from Headlands Center for the Arts Located on a barren bluff overlooking the Pacific Ocean in the Marin Headlands, the Headlands Center for the Arts (HCA) feels remote, like the edge of civilization, despite its close proximity to San Francisco. Founded in the early 1980’s, HCA occupies a series […]
I love a beach tangle, lines yanked and rolled by the surf, twisted colors at the tideline.