A Place Out Of Time

A Place Out Of Time

The sleepy little village of Yelapa, Mexico appears like a dream as our water taxi speeds south from Puerto Vallarta along the coast of Banderas Bay. We round a promontory and there it is, a perfect crescent scooped out of the land, it’s all azure sea and golden sand,...
Winter Trilogy

Winter Trilogy

  On the cusp of Winter Solstice, I’ve had some thoughts about the upcoming season. Leaf Ballet A handful of leaves cling stubbornly to the branches of our majestic valley oak, a tree that one day 20 years ago poked its spindly trunk cautiously out from the...
It’s Ok

It’s Ok

  It’s ok to just sit here, right? It’s ok to watch the green fingers of the apple tree sway in tandem with the singing of the wind chimes, right? It’s ok to watch the sky-blue scrub jay hop from tree branch to lawn to fountain. It’s ok to marvel at the...
Found Feathers

Found Feathers

  The hike I went on today was all about feathers. It seemed like everywhere I looked, there they were: A 12 inch long, steel-grey wing feather from a Great Blue heron, a tail feather from a crow; coal-black and broadly rounded at the end in two heart-shaped humps. I...
Imaginary Glances From Behind Green Facades

Imaginary Glances From Behind Green Facades

  I get the feeling that someone or something is watching me. Am I being paranoid or are those just imaginary glances from behind the green facade of the forest? The canopy in here is thick and nearly impenetrable, what light that does make it through is green and...
Finding Peace on a Foggy Morning

Finding Peace on a Foggy Morning

The fog is quiet as a dream. Sunny mornings sing, foggy mornings whisper. The sky today is a grey blanket, the diffused light deepens the infinite shades of green and colors become more saturated. The air is absolutely still. A couple of tiny songbirds occasionally...