The ebb and flow of the sea–and life
The late afternoon sun was about to set behind the mountains–can you see the shadows? But as I stood there watching, the surf on this rocky...
Read moreThe late afternoon sun was about to set behind the mountains–can you see the shadows? But as I stood there watching, the surf on this rocky...
Read moreBecause I write mysteries that strongly identify with place, I am on the alert for other authors that do the same thing. The best I’ve found...
Read moreI arose early, seeking to experience the dock in the solitude of a Sunday morning. Later, there would be boats moored to each side, and fisherman...
Read moreIt was low tide on a sunny day, and we ventured far out on the rocks, searching the life left by the waves. Hidden in the cracks, just visible...
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