Monthly Archives: April 2017

  I have been reading mystery stories and lately I have been reading foreign writers in translation. What I have discovered is that I am finding an intimate knowledge of foreign cities through the daily lives of fictional detectives and … Continue reading →

The clear green water glided past the vertical granite deep in the canyon, Jamison Creek, below a waterfall and a big pool. It was a long walk, down a steep overgrown road and a climb down a weathered ladder, set … Continue reading →

The surf is like an echo in a long tunnel that never ends. The waves curl far out and collapse, form again and again, eventually becoming white foam sliding up the beach. The echo is endless. The entrance to Tomales … Continue reading →

Water bubbles from the pipe driven into the hillside just past Mt.Tomba Inn. It is the Vardanega spring, named after John Vardanega, who built a cement tank with the help of the Civilian Conservation Corps in 1938 to supply water … Continue reading →

Hang and Ida Moon owned the bar on Lawrence Street in Quincy, the county seat of Plumas County in the Sierras. Hang had two brothers, Goon and Frank. Frank was a gambler, Goon owned a motel, a series of old-fashioned … Continue reading →

Forty-five years ago I taught English in a temporary building on the fringe of the campus of Blandford High School in Dorset, England. The windows looked out over a sea of green touching down to the River Stour.The students were twelve … Continue reading →

Some of the things I believe in: rivers that course over rocks and slide along granite ledges, the smoke from burning rice fields in the Fall, the rock face of the East Walker with cliff swallows at dusk, the spring … Continue reading →

I have been putting things on this site for a little more than six years. I started at the age of seventy-five, a bit older than most who do things like this.   The musings usually run around five hundred words, … Continue reading →

Green. There must be a hundred greens in the garden this morning: dark green oak leaves, rich green spears, green velvet ivy, yellow green and sea green and the hills have turned suede green. Moss colors the rock walls along … Continue reading →

Memory. It’s who we are. Everything is memory. If you lose your memory, then you can no longer drive a car—you’ll have to learn to drive all over again. You won’t know what oysters taste like or meatloaf, and faces … Continue reading →