sand – A Moveable Garden

Wednesday Vignette: the sand will hold us

I get lost in the double helix of good and bad. The road to hell must be some kind of mirage, an inverse cast of

Welcome to day 10 of 31 Days of Heterotopias: Motels and Hotels, a month of posts about how motels, hotels, and inns function as heterotopias

The night was soft and thick and black and warm as velvet, silky on my skin, smelling of iodine and salt and crepe myrtle and

The night was soft and thick and black and warm as velvet, silky on my skin, smelling of iodine and salt and crepe myrtle and

“But the sea which no one tends is also a garden” ― William Carlos Williams The sea looms large in my psyche, as if

[Click each photo for larger view and caption] Perhaps my favourite garden is the beach, where I’ve just spent 8 days or so, briefly at