A Strange and Mournful Day

I hold your childhood in my cupped hands. I bring my hands to my chest, and slowly open them. The treasure floats free and soaks into my flesh and passes through my bones to rest in my heart. Yesterday’s treasure was memories of your younger sister. What will tomorrow’s treasure be? I will hold them … Continue reading A Strange and Mournful Day

Fish Flies and Fulmar Chicks

Why did I get that close to a bug for a picture? I was born with the far-out! factor. Buggy creepiness is overridden by the far out! factor. You can’t be a biologist without it, and yes I am a biologist. The Hey, that's weird... response is vital as well. The weird... response without the … Continue reading Fish Flies and Fulmar Chicks