Those teeth are merciless and final.

I love an empty horizon.

We need the waves and avoid the waves.

Woodgrain like that doesn’t happen overnight.

This started with seashells.

The woods have a lesson for me in humility.

In thirty minutes, I am going to care deeply for these strangers.

It is like a time portal at my feet.

This map is almost unreadable.

It’s cold in the shadow.

Thank you for these strawberries.

It’s getting close to being ready.