A Collection of Prose and Photography
It‘s our last night away when the fog lolls in off the bay, and with it comes a drizzle – the first rumor of rain since we had arrived some five days before. The last stop on our tour of the coast, trying to make the most; and here we are, side bar, corner of... Continue Reading →
Look at that smile, been a while since it had last been seen. Had to hop off the wheel. So we swapped one coast for another — left the kids with your mother and bid a fond fair well to the Atlantic. Flew three thousand miles to walk ten more, a tour of the shore... Continue Reading →
B David Larson 