Runner1928 via Wikimedia Commons. License:CC BY-SA 3.0 Photo: Runner1928, CC BY-SA 4.0, via Wikimedia Commons I have no words for the strangeness I sawthat day in the lake or the monstroussadness it rose in me. What I know is after Iheard the sigh of a splash, two...
Photo: Aruni Nayak, CC BY 3.0 , via Wikimedia Commons Look how the lake licks the boaton the edges. The soft meanderof a candy in a toothless mouth.A host of white-bellied sea eagles tease the lake and touch her face—half-flying, half-floating—suspended between water...
Photo: sporst, CC BY 2.0 , via Wikimedia Commons In Butte, Montana, there’s a pit of poison, a former open copper mine that’s been left to sit and swallow geese. For two dollars and fifty cents, tourists can walk across a tunnel to look into it. I’ve stopped at the...
Something about a competitive man, or woman, let’s just call it a person because there are all sorts of them these days and there always have been, they’ve just been hidden more or less, but anyway, something about this kind of person makes you feel pressed for time,...
Photo by nikolpetr / Shutterstock.com The swan wakes at dawn and finds herself by the beach. There is a small wooden bridge that leads to a blue floating pontoon dock. Reed beds frame the beach and filter its water. Algae in the undercurrent colors the lake a green...
