by beachraven | Sep 12, 2020
El Porto, Manhattan Beach, Califonia In the early morning sun, drinking deep the cool, fresh air, I release the brakes on my bike, and with the purring clicks of the freewheel, start my descent down the canyon. In seconds I’m building speed. I lower my hands to...
by beachraven | Sep 5, 2020
Jettenbach, Germany One fall afternoon, I went out to the garage to put new license plates on my car. My dad was at his workbench with his flea market radio playing easy listening orchestral versions of old pop songs. I grabbed a screwdriver from his red tool...
by beachraven | Aug 29, 2020
I saw a raven sitting on a garden gnome. I’m not the kind of person to put a gnome in my yard, but they’re fun to look at, sitting on a mushroom smoking a pipe, holding hands while petting a squirrel, standing with a walking stick while sporting an all-knowing gaze....
by beachraven | Aug 22, 2020
Phoenix Sculpture, by Steve Thomas, Nepenthe, Big Sur, California As I head up the path, sounds of the city crossfade into a chorus of birds, and the cool evening air matches perfectly with the warmth I’m building from the hike. The place is named Quarry Park,...
by beachraven | Aug 14, 2020
Spreewald, Lübbenau, Germany As the boat eases along, I stare into the water. Dark green with fish and guppies, nothing bigger than my hand, and slimy-bottom, green-fuzzy tree branches slide by. Stabs of sunlight flash through the trees and keep obscuring my...
