Where getting lost is part of the adventure… and finding your way home a pleasant surprise.

Impermanence

Impermanence

My morning walk takes me past landmarks no longer there:   Coe Primary, where I attended first and second grade, now offices.   Down the street, third and fourth grade gone. Only a park remains   Last year, May Street School razed, replaced by a brick...

Harbinger

  Swarms of beetles emerge from the receding snow banks on the first truly warm day. Sunbathing on the south wall, a mass of black bugs lined with red, their excrement stains the window trim. Some find their way inside the house where they crawl into my teacup or...