In the morning there is a gentle snowfall. Children rough up the crystallized hills with the toes of their boots. They might sell the...

The volcano came to say goodbye to the year. A subtle display of ridged, white surface, a white top disappearing into the clouds. A year...

Sometimes the clouds clear. Sometimes the mountain peeks out from the cover, superimposing itself, a photomontage in massive proportion....

Here we are sequestering together indoors as the wind blows, as the rain dribbles, as the grass dresses in frost and neutral tones....

Walk through the neighborhoods. Look toward the pin oaks. Cracked acorns, orange-flamed leaves, a squirrel climbing lazily onto an...

The Brazilwood tree has a bright red core in its trunk. Like blood or magnum, shiny and wet when spliced open. Brazil, Brasil, ‘reddish’,...

Frogs in the night, in the august rain, that mist rising up over the sound like heat, steam, silver scales and fish tails. The Sound, the...

(We're a smidge late, thanks for reading!) In the heat we become mammals. We remember we have bodies, limbs flapping around under harsh,...

Take a walk, note the foliage. The globe is a garden. The garden is a globe. Stars of white blooms on the dogwood trees, cottonwood fuzz...

Somehow, we are already into May. We finally are getting longer days, and the chill in the air is slowly starting to disappear. We are...

You can disappear for a week and return to a changed world. These changes may be abysmal, like the clothes fitted to a hyper-realistic...

We have entered the liminality of March. Still winter, still naked trees, still a damp chill in the air, but there’s a bend in the road...

You are ushered outdoors and toward cafe tables stationed beside heaters beneath tents. Here, in the shade of the buildings, you feel...

Compressed time. Shoes by the door, mud in the driveway, a spray of rain down from the sky—it nearly reminds you of pressing your thumb...

In the city the lights string through the tree branches, blinking on one by one, crawling down the avenues of storefronts, sweeping over...

There’s a walk you take in latter half of autumn. The path unwinds beneath the blue hour light—the blue hours that now reach around every...

It's that time of year again! Our family is off to the desert for a little break and some sunshine. We will be gone from 10/4-10/10. We...

Summer has slipped away. Swiftly the air is cool, the moon is gold, smoke drifts from the east. The sky is lathered and blurred by...

In summer the time dissolves, percolates, flitters out of reach like a firefly in the tangle of weeds. The grass is dryer and the sky is...

For those of us in the Pacific Northwest, July’s arrival coincides with skies full of sun and days hot enough to take a dip in the Puget...