One of the things I’ve noticed about “being a grown-up” is that there isn’t much appreciation for amateurs, in either sense of the word. As adults, we’re expected to do something perfectly–and ideally, for commercial gain–or not at all. This is a general rule, obviously, as there are realms where this is clearly not the… Continue reading Small Steps Are Just Fine
My first spring in London, after the grey had cleared and we had a series of sunny days, everything seemed to burst into flower at once. Trees with large conical clusters of flowers, in particular, caught my eye, and I went over to investigate further. When I got closer, I realized that they were Chestnut… Continue reading Fruit and Flower
From Mid-April until May 6th, I was off of work, having a creative retreat of sorts. It was utterly magical. I slept when I got tired and woke up naturally when I was ready. I had time to go rambling for five, six, seven, or eight miles every day, and was able to write and… Continue reading Returning from the Dreamtime
Found in a journal entry dated 25th September, 2018 Do you feel it? The future reaches back, and the past reaches forward, and you are caught between them, embraced, by all that you’ve known and all that you will know in the ineffable mystery called “Time”.
A couple of weeks ago, I went for a run, and discovered that bluebells were blooming in one of the nearby woods. I went back a couple of days later to photograph them. Since then, I’ve been walking in the woods nearly every day, and stop to take photographs every time, even though I tell… Continue reading The Magic of Bluebells
On April 1st, 2017, I hopped on an airplane in Los Angeles to move to London. It was a long-time dream of mine to live here, and I’m glad that I made the choice to do it. However, there are a few things I wish I’d known in advance. They wouldn’t have changed my decision,… Continue reading What I Wish I’d Known Before Moving Abroad
If you’ve ever been around a modern human settlement on a windy day, you’ve probably seen trash blowing around in the breeze. More than likely, most of it was made of plastic. Plastic is a ubiquitous and villainized substance in the modern world. Read any article about our current ecological disasters and plastic will almost… Continue reading One Small Trick to Help the Planet
The following was inspired by a text post that went up on Tumblr, which in turn someone made fantastic art for. The art didn’t influence my story. But I’m linking it because it’s BEAUTIFUL. Seriously, click this link to go look at the art. Here’s a screen capture of the original text post: And the… Continue reading Mariah’s Husband
As a child, summer days seemed gloriously long. Twilight in Southeastern Michigan lasts for hours, it’s not properly dark until at least 10PM. I never really thought much about it, until I started spending summers in Los Angeles. The summer days there are comparatively shorter, and twilight seems to pass a lot more quickly. Now,… Continue reading Bands of Light and Darkness
First, make sure it’s raining. Very wet weather is best. Next, put on your raincoat; the sky-blue one that you nicked from The Cottage, the old kind that’s rubber over canvas. Take a route that passes through long grass. It will be your scrub-brush. Splash in puddles to rinse. Don’t worry if your meander eventually… Continue reading How to Clean Your Wellies
