One a weekend long ago I was exploring and came across an abandoned cabin. When I stepped onto the porch, I saw a dead squirrel lying on the wooden planks amidst the dust, apparently trapped when it came in and couldn’t remember the way out. It wasn’t too long ago that it died because its… Continue reading
The other day Dad and I took a long walk where we reflected upon life and such. He spoke again of his dream of moving to a little cottage tucked away in an old fishing town with a yard and a dog. Where he could take long walks with his dog, hang out with other salt-of-the-earth folks and — most joyfully — go fishing.
All these things are deeply ingrained within; I saw it in his father as well. Grandpa lived in a quaint home by the sea that was within walking distance of his fishing spot. He’d consort with fellow souls and they’d share stories through the hours.Continue reading
Finally! A tiny typewriter fer a tiny camper! After much hunting around, found this baby. It’s an Italian made Antares portable typewriter. These kind of analog things can be very rooting and meditative. Looking forward to banging letters, postcards, poetry, etc. out on it. If you happen to hear a clacking way out in the woods, you’ll know…
Don’t get so lost in your thoughts on the trail that you almost step on an alligator. 👀
My little girl was sick so I brought soup and such over to her flat. We ate, we talked (boyfriends, weird professors, work issues, shows to binge, life, etc.), we laughed, and we hugged. Those kind of soul nourishing moments become forever memories of a forever love.❤️
It’s been a rainy and overcasty past few days, time to pretend this Vermont countryside is my window view (note tiny house on far left and farmhouse on far right – click here for panoramic view).