My crew and I washed ashore on a remote island inhabited by dangerous wild creatures.
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One On One
With his big sister now off to full-time school (kindergarten), this was Anders’ first solo visit.
Don’t Tell Anyone
It is Summer, 11am, August 28th, on Flathead Lake, Montana. The weather is perfect. The forecast is the same.
There is not another boat on the water within view or earshot. The marina is near empty. This is one of the largest lakes in the country and is arguably one of the most beautiful and most clear.
Don’t tell anyone.
Trout On
In Hell I’ll Be In Good Company
I came across this simple, catchy, clever video from The Dead South.
Summer Writing Perch
In the summer I rise at 4am. This is where I begin.
A pastel morning sky to celebrate a new day. Crayons to inspire creativity. My grandfather’s Santa Maria lamp to illuminate big and adventurous ideas. His nautical cigar ashtray to remind me to tack into the wind. And an unseen cup of coffee to fuel the neurons.
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