Flashback

I spoke too soon the other day when I said that the fog is held at bay by the mountains — this morning I awoke to find myself living in a strange gray world. It’s science fiction fog, the kind that makes you  [more...]

I got home late from a meeting of a new independent filmmaker’s group. I immediately went out in the backyard to check on the squirrel. There she laid, in the same spot where she was 8 hours ago. She was dead. She  [more...]

I never thought I’d say this, but I miss snow. Oh, not the actual snow itself, and certainly not the way people behave when it snows — especially on the roads — but rather, the anticipation and the  [more...]