As I watched the last ferry leave Cape Lookout off the coast of North Carolina last year and the last of the day tourists headed back to the mainland, I felt a euphoria. Literally, I would be almost completely alone that night and the next morning. I would be able to w...
I awoke to the melody of a Cardinal calling. In my semi-awake, semi-asleep state, I could picture the beautiful red bird atop the dogwood tree in my front yard. I could see him raising his body as he sang, contrasting against the pure blue above, inhaling air and produ...
When I see wild places developed this is what goes through my mind:
Behind the Eyes of Joe
On a day like any other, a beautiful baby was born. He came into the world without hate, sorrow or scorn. His eyes were so brown and his gaze full of hope, his skin was so soft and...
It is the season of color. Like the last hurrah of a fireworks display when all the stops are pulled and the crowd watches with faces a-gasp. During this time of year, it seems like the blue tones in the sky are just so much more beautiful. It's a special blue. A child...
How many remember climbing a tree when they were little? Do you remember how much you loved that old tree? How that silent giant allowed you to be taller than the tallest adult and gave you freedom from the earth? Do you remember hiding behind it in a game of hide and...
Isn't it funny how things come in and out of vogue? I remember when CDs came out and the radio stations were swooning about how great it was not to have the crackles and pops from records anymore. The digital sound was so clean and perfect. Or, when digital camer...
"Just watch out the window Ginger. When you see red clay and pine trees we will be getting close to home," were the words my grandmother would say to my mom as they traveled by steam locomotive back to Augusta to visit the family doctor in the 1940s. Traveling from Ohi...
She had gray piercing eyes and as she starred back at me I noticed a hint of a smile. Just a small smile and just enough to know she approved. I was oblivious to those around me; the traveling families, the overeaters, the comfort food lovers, the wait staff rushing or...
For many, Spring is for cleaning. For me, Fall is for a reset. Fall brings sensory memories back to my mind. Whether it be the sounds of a flock of migrating Canada Geese or the colors of changing leaves. The smell of fresh split oak wood sends me back to the mid-1970s...
