"Gather ye rosebuds while ye may." — Robert Herrick

Photos from 24 hours of no screens, circumnavigating the peninsula.

Vocational aphorisms from a comically unreliable source.

Gleanings from four decades of skipping rocks.

They used to work together, back in the long ago. But no one remembers that time.

A triolet about what is perhaps our most common mistake: looking around and presuming that's all there is.

Not all that's golden is glorious. Not all those who wander are welcome.

Late-night lines of inquiry can often do more harm than good.

Before the bright-clad King, someone far stranger skulked the land. In fact, he still does.

They say that mirrors only reflect what stands before them. But there's usually more to it.