Patience and Wild Things

How impatient we are as a species. In the morning light, I stood on a rocky shore called Granite Beach (‘beach’ is a highly inaccurate misnomer), an arc of sea cove populated with thousands of small, rounded granite stones washed up against the low cliffs. I had chosen to spend a good part of my


Eros, Landscape and Soul

The trees are calling me. Specifically, the wordless siren song emanates from the windswept cypress trees here on the central California coast. Graceful evergreens with a light green color and pale grey bark, they are often gnarled and shaped into living sculptures by the coastal winds. On my first adult visit to Monterey and Carmel-by-the-Sea