The Weight of Iron and Light
There is a weight to the structures we build. We cast iron and pour concrete, hoping to anchor ourselves against the shifting currents of the world. We believe that if we can span the distance, we have conquered the void. But the water beneath…
The Weight of a Pencil
I was digging through an old shoebox this morning, looking for a spare key, when I found a wooden pencil worn down to a tiny nub. It still had the faint indentations of teeth marks near the eraser. Holding it, I was suddenly back in a wooden…
Point Reyes Elk, by Laria SaundersThe Architecture of Waiting
In the quiet corners of a house, we often find that the most significant things happen when we stop looking for them. We plan our days with the rigid geometry of a map, expecting the road to lead exactly where the ink suggests. Yet, life has…