The California coast, north of Marin, is foggy, cool, and lightly peopled. Although there are countless headlands and beaches where one can go surfing all alone, there are still secret spots that are fiercely guarded by the locals. These spots are seldom crowded and outsiders rare. Continue reading “No Accident”→
What’s the connection between a tiny folding knife, a Japanese passport, and a group of people huddled around a cedar whale sculpture? A good story.
The Story Migration Project kicked off quietly last spring. The “whale box” as it had come to be known was opened, and its unusual passenger, the whale, was passed around. At first everyone sat around waiting for someone else to start. My living room was dreadfully quiet. Despite hopeful looks, no one said anything, yet a sense of hopeful anticipation was in the air. Continue reading “Story Time”→
Describing bioluminescence with words is like holding water in your hands — insufficient. Descriptions abound: the glowing trails streaming behind a boat, the “fairy dust” surrounding a midnight swimmer. These aren’t bad analogies, but they’re all a form of shorthand, the inevitable result of attempting to capture such a magical experience in writing. It’s what happens when someone mentions a beautiful sunrise; it’s assumed that the listener already understands what the experience is all about. Read the rest across the jump at ThreeSheetsNW.
I used to doodle compulsively, especially during meetings. I followed the mantra of many sketchers: the more you draw, the better you’ll be at it. And to a degree, I think that’s true. But I don’t draw just to get good. I draw because… Continue reading “Why I Draw”→