Feb 26
Our dear, first-found cat, Lucky, took his final breath as he lay silently between us in bed on the afternoon of Thursday, February 20.
Lucky was a singular cat who made a cat-lover out of me against all odds.
Read moreA long and wiry man perches high above my head, chainsaw in hand. I know little about him, except that his name is Lee and he and his bride are homesteading half a mile down the road from my coastal home. Read more
A slow pan to a classic frame. A solitary man stands on high ground in evening light, surveying land, sky, and settlement. The soundtrack is subtle but arresting: distant wind, giving way to the soft but urgent tapping of a single atmospheric note, then a persistent throb of airy, fluttering strings. Read more
The fragile and the wild 