by beachraven | Aug 27, 2022
Santa Monica Pier, Santa Monica, California I rolled into the graveyard shortly after dawn, the grass color just appearing through the dissolving dark grays and blacks of night and the damp chill of thick dripping air before the haze pulled out to sea. I’ve...
by beachraven | Aug 19, 2022
Del Monte Forest, Monterey, California As I walked along, the sea haze began to roll in and cover the forest in a dripping, white cloud. I’ve had it all wrong, I thought. It’s not that I have to give up my thoughts to be in the moment; when...
by beachraven | Aug 12, 2022
August 17th, 1977, I was on my way to work, driving down La Brea Boulevard in Hollywood, listening to my favorite radio station, and as I crossed Santa Monica Boulevard, they announced Elvis Presley’s death. The news appeared out of nowhere. The air felt thin, and as...
