Survision

And so it begins, I thought this past Monday as I woke to the chop-chop-chop of helicopters flying low in the early morning sky....

As I write this on Sunday afternoon here on the lawn, tendrils of fog float out over the sea. A spotter plane soars above, moving nor...

"He that binds to himself a Joy does the Winged Life destroy. He that kisses the Joy as it flies lives in Eternity's sunri...

Once upon a time, many years ago now, I decided I wanted a more peaceful life. So I put my stuff in storage and spent a year in the goldfish...

Like a mighty ship of the high seas from centuries ago, those of us who live here refer to Big Sur as a "she". The curves of the...

The pump and snap of modern life charges us up with relentless dreams, infinite distractions. We strike poses projecting purp...

                                                  Sharp Shinned I fly       Wind lifts me             Up warm spur of earth ...