Moonlight
I told myself that I would never return to Oze Marsh after my 1994 let down. It is a beautiful place, but the hordes of people and the train track-like wooden walkways make it impossible to enjoy the...
View ArticleStopping for Milk
Motorcycles don't usually impress me all that much, especially when they roar through the backroads where I'm trying to get away from the noise of the city on my bicycle, but this one moment has stuck...
View ArticleThe Lost Peak of ’76
Jump back to 1976, Japan, the summer when I was 16, and picture the gangly teenager with shoulder-length hair, who loved wearing bell bottoms jeans, lace up lumberjack boots, and a broad-brimmed black...
View ArticleWe Are The Leaves In The Wind
[singlepic id=1118 w=1000 h=750 float=center] I was late. The train would arrive in ten minutes. It would take about 12 minutes to get from putting on my shoes by the front door to hustling through the...
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