March 2012

Stepping Outside the Circle

In a single lane, hundreds of us traveled upwards, leaving our worries behind in Washington as we passed a small green sign that read, “Now entering Oregon.” No passports or security checkpoints, only a humble welcome. As I eased onto Highway 30W, the road twisted and turned, making my heart race, especially when taken at 60 miles per hour. I thought, “This is the farthest I’ve ever driven alone.”

Monoliths

Ancient foundations Monoliths and mankind stand Defiant in the wind

Cannon Beach

The sound of water is everywhere here… in the mist as it sprinkles my face, the tinkling scale of a …

Prologue

In a letter to his longtime editor and friend, Pascal “Pat” Covici, John Steinbeck wrote, “A prologue is written last …