AFTER A DAY of being buffeted between sun and surf, my body begins to reveal its burn, deliciously fatigued. The week’s routine is simple, predictable: Arrive early to beat the crowds. Continue reading

WHETHER IT IS TWO DEGREES outside or 92, my dog wants to run free. Days like yesterday she pays for it, but I waited until late afternoon to walk, and Continue reading

AT MIDNIGHT, THE MEADOW is mere shapes filtered through the darkness. In a huddle of cloud and fog, barn, fence, tree, and hillside are barely discernible, directing my attention to Continue reading

THE MEADOW REVOLVES in fireflies, reflecting the starry sky, infinite trails of ephemeral light blinking from every thorax. AS EVENING ADVANCES, the meadow blurs. Grasses, fireflies, clouds splash across the slow wash Continue reading

LOCATION IS EVERYTHING. Sulphur cinquefoil, purple vetch, and pink clover run rampant through the wild grasses, subtle jewels in a green swell. In the rolling meadow, buttercup, fleabane, and white campion escape Continue reading