#97 Ink on Wood

I’ve been on this island for two hundred and twenty days now. I’ve counted the days by marking them on a piece of flat bark I stripped from a tree. I’ve tried writing notes on similar pieces of bark and … Continue reading →

#96 Observer

The pinwheel on the lawn is spinning in the breeze. Red, purple, blue, green, yellow, orange and pink merging together. The two kids run past it laughing as they chase one another in circles around the house. He’s standing at … Continue reading →