The Trip to Totality – A Couple of Test Photos

My youngest texted me: go see the moon. She was on an evening walk with friends and knows I love to see a good moonrise. I grabbed the camera and tripod and headed out the door with my mind on ... Read more »

The Trip to Totality – Helpful Websites

Hey Eclipse Fans: I’ve been studying the hell out of maps, photography, and of course eclipse websites and books. First off, I ordered two Full Aperture (Solarlite) filters for each of our zoom lenses from Thousand Oaks Optical. After a bit of ... Read more »

The Trip to Totality – 43 Days

One day I was driving around in a California oilfield when I heard the writer and astronomer Kelly Beatty on NPR's Here and Now, talking with Jeremy Hobson, about how stunned and awed he is whenever he sees a solar ... Read more »

When you walk on a winter day

When you walk on a winter day you turn the corner, and the afternoon sun catches you against the wall. Sure, ice patches the road and slush still fills the gutters, but you feel the late season warmth fall on you like a long ... Read more »

Skull Valley, Arizona – National Poetry Month – 10

Skull Valley, Arizona We’d hiked by the thicket all summer. The twisted brush, vines, tall grass, and an apple tree we kids thought wild. In the fall, after the wind knocked away the leaves and the rain started to plaster the grass to the earth, we ... Read more »

Before First Light – National Poetry Month – 9

Before First Light Not even the stars shine through the window when I awake – tilted from some surreal dreamscape. I reach into the emptiness beside me, think you’re in the bathroom. I stare into the darkness until the cat jumps on me. She kneads my chest. The purr ... Read more »

Above the River – National Poetry Month – 8

Above the River My old Scout shudders to a stop in the emergency lane. My cousin and I stand with the hood up, on the breaks. The highway a mirage tributary shimmering down to the river. Cars and semis disappear into the heat waves, swallowed until they ... Read more »

Blythe, California – Summer of 1981 – National Poetry Month – 7

Blythe, California - Summer of 1981 Heat waves surrounded my ’62 Scout with a flat tire in the parking lot. We had less than a hundred miles to go to the mine east of Joshua Tree. My cousin shook his head ... Read more »

L.A. Noir – National Poetry Month – 6

L.A. Noir Their bodies lay downtown on the slab that is the L.A. River bed, twined together as if on a picnic or making out in their tent up on the bridge’s sidewalk. One of the urban campers, a guy whose face looked pecked apart ... Read more »

When We Last Rode East – National Poetry Month – 5

When We Last Rode East We left in the dark, as dark as Los Angeles can be at 4am with the city lights, filtering through the smog and the marine layer ushered inland by the offshore breeze. You hung onto my waist. A warm ... Read more »

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