Marina | Chelan, WA | May 2019
The marina rests in early spring. No boats, no worries. She floats happily atop the deep unknown, rising and falling with whatever comes. Wavelets tickle her (more…)
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Sage Trunk | East Wenatchee, WA | April 2019
A retail clerk — a woman of about 65 — told me her husband died last year. “At first, it was hard,” she said. “I found myself drifting.” But she soon discovered that a lack of direction allowed her to grow in any direction. Now she (more…)
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Roof Lines | East Wenatchee, WA | April 2019
I imagine the messy existence of one workman who bolts together steel buildings. Money problems. Wife woes. Extreme body aches. All day, he pieces together the straight-line enclosures that shelter other lives, ordered and precise. He must dream of (more…)
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Kayaks | Chelan, WA | May 2019
[Oops. Yesterday many of you received a notification email for this blog post by mistake — one day early, like a glimpse into the future. Well, here it is again. The photo is the same. The commentary has been changed slightly.]
Some people, possessions and situations enable us to glide through life. A car that starts every morning. A spouse who laughs frequently. A job that feels like  (more…)
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Evening Sky | Wenatchee, WA | April 2019
The near and known stay sharp; the far and unfamiliar less focused. Clouds (goals, decisions, purposes) keep moving, changing shape, their final forms uncertain. The night is (more…)
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Umbrella | Wenatchee, WA | May 2019
Some consider the umbrella a sign of weakness, particularly in the drippy Pacific Northwest. (“Rain? What rain?”) But I own several. Being damp or sun-scorched (as in photo) isn’t my idea of paradise. Plus, I consider the umbrella a boundary-setting device, especially on city streets. It establishes a (more…)
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Camp Chair | Wenatchee, WA | May 2019
The history of fold-up camp chairs seems darned short. Just a few years ago, a smattering of camp chairs dotted a few backyards. A month later, they had taken over the world with dozens of brands and scores of designs. Now everybody has (more…)
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Bark Marks | East Wenatchee, WA | March 2019
A Native American legend claims that aspens and birches got their distinctive markings when a spirit escaped her evil twin by hiding inside a hollow tree. Its bark, perfectly white, was forever scarred by the demon’s angry claw marks and lightning bolts. Hmm, maybe. I’d rather think of the bark as a secret (more…)
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Window Abstract | Wenatchee, WA | May 2019
Reflections in store windows are puzzling enough. But mental reflection — hoo boy — overlays time, memory and emotions into complex compilations that obscure, reveal and tantalize. For instance: Yesterday, a worm on a downtown sidewalk triggered a decades-old memory of (more…)
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