February 25, 2012
The Weight of Still Water
The smell of rain on hot stone always brings me back to the edge of a pool I visited years ago. It...
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February 25, 2012
The Salt on the Wind
The air in Vancouver has a specific weight, a damp, cool velvet that clings to the skin like a half-forgotten secret. It...
February 24, 2012
The Architecture of Silence
In the nineteenth century, naturalists often spoke of the forest as a cathedral, a place where the vertical reach of timber mimicked...