For the week of my birthday, which was otherwise celebrated in subdued fashion, I snagged a night in one of the cabins at Cape Lookout State Park. The price was a bit steep for what it offered, both more and less than what I needed, but the view on a still and sunny fall day... Continue Reading →
week thirty-three: sportsball redux, beach redux
This week's two new things sit on opposite ends of the socializing spectrum. On one side was a stadium of chanting, scarf waving, bird-flipping soccer fans. On the other was miles of hot sunny beach with nothing but crows and crabs for company. Going to a Timbers game has been on my list of things... Continue Reading →
week eighteen: seaskysand
It's hard to write about the ocean. It's not just waves, black beach rocks, seafoam and sand. It's not just windbent trees, the long horizon, the scent, the swell, the hush and roar and hush and roar. It's not a list or an elaborate description, but it seems that's all I have. It's not just... Continue Reading →
week fifteen: the extremely mild, vaguely new adventures of 2014
For a vast majority of the last 20 years I've spent New Year's eve watching my partner play music with one band or another in one bar or another with one set of drunks or another. This year I skipped out and went to Seattle for something different. My friend's living room has a perfect... Continue Reading →
Tracy Burkholder 