by beachraven | Oct 4, 2019
Jettenbach, Germany A woman down the street had an estate sale. I met Sandra as soon as I walked in the gate, cheerful and chatty, standing next to a table of books she had authored on the history of our neighborhood. I slogged up the driveway packed with tables and...
by beachraven | Sep 27, 2019
Fiscalini Preserve, Cambria, California I stepped out of the house in the middle of the day, and it was unusually quiet. That can happen here if the wind is blowing in the right direction. The clouds and the cold air wisped through the pines and cypress with that...
by beachraven | Sep 20, 2019
Desert Hot Springs, California I drove down the road with both hands on top the wheel, thumbs touching one another, gliding around one curve after another when a strange thing happened. I began to feel like I stood still as the road moved under the car. At first, it...
by beachraven | Sep 13, 2019
Fiscalini Preserve, Cambria, California I went for a walk in the forest. As I left the house, I heard a chainsaw, not unusual, mowers, blowers, and chainsaws seem to be ubiquitous nowadays. As I walked on, the saw got louder, and I realized it was at least six or more...
by beachraven | Sep 6, 2019
John Dotto Fish Sculpture, Monterey Conference Center I had a close friend, Ron Harmon, who played sax, tenor mostly but also soprano and bassoon. I heard him practice day after day in that room behind the house with all the windows. He’d blow hour after hour,...
