When I step downstairs to get a glass of water, I hear, out through the open back door, a bird singing in the trees. Its song is sharp and ...

Five-twentyish in the morning, dark Portland streets, I'm driving to work. The streets are lonely this time of the day when most of the...

Sunday afternoon, sitting at my laptop working on an image for a book cover. Out through the little window in the dormer of my used-to-be-a...

Six AM. The workday is beginning. In the warehouse, masks on, standing apart from each other, we wait to find out who will be working which...

A walk in the neighborhood, basically the only thing I do beyond the bounds of my yard anymore. How strange it's going to be next week ...

It's just before six in the morning. Feels weird to wake up so early, an hour later than I used to wake up before this whole virus/layo...

I'm weeding at the edge of the sidewalk, pulling the little sprouts and dropping them in my bucket. Periodically stopping to consult th...