The Hum of Reeds
The smell of damp earth and drying grass clings to my skin long after I have left the water’s edge. It is a thick, vegetal scent, like crushed stalks and cold, deep mud. I remember the sensation of sitting on a surface that breathed—a floor…
The Edge of Everything
In the journals of early explorers, there is often a recurring obsession with the boundary where the solid earth meets the shifting, restless water. They wrote of it as a threshold, a place where the known world simply runs out of patience…
The Lone Cypress by Elizabeth Brown
The 17-Mile Drive along the Monterey Peninsula winds through Pacific Grove and Pebble Beach, California. One of the most recognizable landmarks along this drive, and quite possibly the most photographed tree in the world is the Lone Cypress.…