Coronado in Winter

So many shorebirds! After half a week on this temperate coast in the waning days of winter, I can still only wonder at such finely-grained diversities of wing. They seem vast and billowing, clouds upon the sand. Their numbers are small, perhaps, compared to the massive muster of only decades past. My shifted baseline lets … More Coronado in Winter

Songs Without Words

I always look out the window before I close the blinds to go to sleep. By now I’ve been indoors a couple of hours, more in winter. Pleased with my warm friend-sewn blanket and wool slippers, some essential element is missing. I cannot put a day to bed without first greeting the night. Mostly I … More Songs Without Words