A rainy southeast gale has kicked up waves in the Sound. Mist and spume strafe wave and wavelet. On the deck of the ferry, rain collects. Across the steel plates […]
One of the pleasures of doing something over and over again is being able to see something new in the repetitive. Different times of year, different weathers, different times of […]
On the way to the ferry today I turned a corner, and saw flags of mourning. Flags at half-mast. On the ground I saw a child’s paper airplane, fallen and […]
It’s Thursday night, so I’m on my way to rehearse with the Flying Elbows. Dark comes early in late December. There are Christmas lights on the ticketing booth next to […]
We reflect upon arrival. We pay homage at the Temple of Transport. Soon, the Belching Beast will depart. The Beast will take us away.
One of the Chief Gardeners of Wishetwurra Farm hopes that this post, about “The South”, will not cause you to rebel. And to those of you who requested these “time […]
Since the previous post was about the north, and since the third and final post will be about the south, then this “Middle” post might better be titled “The Mason-Dixon […]