Making my way down the stony beach, I drop to my knees behind my tripod every few meters. The rocks are glistening wet. Moments ago they were the ocean floor. Now they are my playground. I keep one eye and ear on the ocean for the change of the tide. The cues of the ocean's return are subtle, … [Read more...] about Tide’s Out
Pictures + Words
Sitting herewanting words to flow. Today I am the rockinertsteadybut determined. Why continue?Tomorrow’s possibilityto be the water. … [Read more...] about The Blob
How do you tell the difference between a life detour and an adjustment? I apologize (like a good Canadian) if this sounds like a knock knock joke. I’ve been trying to write updates for my About pages all day. If you've ever had to do that - or gather the information for someone else - you'll … [Read more...] about Life Detour or Adjustment?
Part one of this story is here: Drive to Crater Lake. I thought I was seeing it all that day, as I drove through the afternoon. Mountains, rivers and hills. I left the Columbia River behind at The Dalles, and carried on south. I still had a ways to go before reaching Klamath Falls. I drove … [Read more...] about Sunday Story: Dancing with Crater Lake
Fuck and all the other swear words were prohibited in the Tucker household. There were, of course, certain exceptions. My father’s mostly under his breath muttering didn’t count when he was fixing stubborn things or trying to find what he needed under piles of hockey equipment in the furnace room. … [Read more...] about Me and The Ivory Girl