Self Portrait

I could paint, but the colors would be wrong and the strokes splotchy. I could draw, but my hand is clumsy and my focus is imbalanced. I fixate too closely on small details and often lose sight of the broader picture, which isn’t exclusive to my artistic endeavors. So I write. I trust that IContinue reading “Self Portrait”

This Must Be the Place

Do me a favor, blast this song while you read this post. I was driving Highway 97 by myself, windows down, some garbage pop song playing loud on the radio and I just knew: I can’t leave Terrebonne. I’d just come down from climbing in the Marsupials — an obscure crag by Smith-classics standards — andContinue reading “This Must Be the Place”