Some crabs we caught and cooked up the other...
Read MoreThe tide goes out imperceptibly. The boulders show and seem to rise up and the ocean recedes leaving little pools, leaving wet weed and moss and sponge, iridescence and brown and blue and China red. On the bottoms lie the incredible refuse of the sea, shells broken and chipped and bits of skeleton, claws, the whole sea bottom a fantastic cemetery on which...
Read MoreWe found a fairy house while on a walk at a nature preserve nearby. The children were enchanted by...
Read MoreOur Father who art in nature, who has given the gift of survival to the coyote, the common brown rat, the English sparrow, the house fly and the moth, must have a great and overwhelming love for no-goods and blots-on-the-town and bums, and Mack and the boys. Virtues and graces and laziness and zest. Our Father who art in nature. John Steinbeck –...
Read MoreIt was like nails on the chalkboard of my morality.
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