All Posts Written by "ken"

Pick up artists
One of these days, it will be sunny. We have had our share of blue sky already this winter, but it seems like it usually finds a way to rain during scheduled beach cleanup days. Not that it mattered all that much yesterday. There were between 20 and 30 of us, kids and adults alike, […]
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Epiphany
I remember it well, although it would be difficult to put an exact date on that one particular long-ago morning. There is so much I have forgotten through the years, as time eats away at memories like rust through a fence post, but I can still see me sitting there on the curb at the […]
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Race to the bottom
“A tree falls the way it leans. Be careful which way you lean.” Dr. Seuss It was kind of ironic, me and the boy inside on such a rainy day, watching the Lorax on Netflix when this log ship goes by the house, loaded for Asia. So, while we’re watching the Dr. Seuss morality play […]
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Riverwalking
I am not used to seeing the river like this. It rolls like muscle, looking heavy and fierce, covering the places that I know and changing the look of everything else to the point that I almost forget where I am. It is February, cruel and gray. The buds have not yet made their appearance […]
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Different songlines
(I was recently talking with someone who had never heard of “A River Runs Through It,” the classic fly-fishing, Montana, newspapery, wilderness story by Norman Maclean. He hadn’t even seen the movie which, although it wasn’t as good as the book (natch), still gave homage to the wonder of the mountain west and the many […]
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Out there
There is something about La Push in February. It is not that it is beautiful. It is always beautiful. The sweep of the beach, the way that the sunrise seems to set James Island ablaze and make me stand slack-jawed on the sand, just me, the dog, and a pair of gulls. A private show. […]
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