herring

bufflehead black brant double-crested cormorant . . . → Read More: herring

tidepool immersion ~ between scattered showers

The sun came out and shined on the encrusting critters, the chitons decorated with barnacles and limpets, making the anemones look lit from within. . . . → Read More: tidepool immersion ~ between scattered showers

juneuary beaches

in which I share the photos I keep scrolling back through, from that one week in January. . . . → Read More: juneuary beaches

coprolites

I do not know why this is the word, only that once it came to me, I knew it was the one. . . . → Read More: coprolites

~thankful thursday~ the helpers

Into the isolation room she would hustle when the morphine drip beeped its ā€œdownstream occlusionā€ alarm, proclaiming, ā€œit’s the song of my people!ā€ And would joke along with us about how Nancy was just trying to get us to change the subject. . . . → Read More: ~thankful thursday~ the helpers

tidepool immersion ~ possibility

Rich took the day off for our wedding anniversary and we got to go tidepooling together. . . . → Read More: tidepool immersion ~ possibility

~summer shorts~ survivor

Wings made of something as fragile as tissue paper or gauze stretched across the thinnest wire, would melt in heavy rain, would shred in strong wind, would shatter in a freeze. . . . → Read More: ~summer shorts~ survivor

it’s no wonder

I’m reporting back from my first semester one-week residency, and I don’t think it will surprise anyone that I’m having a fabulous time in Writing School!

I thought I’d share one of my favorite quick ten-minute writing prompts from the workshop portion of the week, shared by my instructor Nadia Owusu, that she picked up . . . → Read More: it’s no wonder

tidepool immersion ~ pink moon low tide

I don’t often get photos of feather duster worms, so this was a special treat. . . . → Read More: tidepool immersion ~ pink moon low tide

the portal

The portal is open, the ideas are flowing onto the page, I am diving under each wave and coming up breathless and ready for the next. . . . → Read More: the portal