In which I discover a place that i've always known, but never all.

I want to be improbable and beautiful and afraid of nothing as if I had wings.

Beachside – Cape Coast, 2010

To stand still is the cruelest exile.

Look! These are just the fringes of his ways; Only a faint whisper has been heard of him!

A red leaf falls

The first book I ever published.

Mornings at the beach are simply unparalleled.

Driving home through the countryside as the sun set,