Sniffing Cedar

He’s out in the shop again, the fine clean scent of western cedar wafting through my office window, drawing me out to see what perfect hands are crafting now from raw; The straight-grained lines of red, variegated with a neutral light, white as a crosscut wafer...

No Vanity

There is green, and then there is the delicate curled chartreuse ribs of a fern frond as sunlight trips fantastic through the rhythm and hum of a late afternoon, busiest time of day for folding in fragments of lost time in preparation for the long shadows of impending...