I take walks by myself on a nearly daily basis. Sometimes it's just up the street to Mt. Tabor Park. Sometimes it's an urban stroll through a new neighborhood or a trek downtown. But I've never headed out of town for a hike on my own. On some level it's because I have a handful... 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 →
Tracy Burkholder 