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[FRAGMENT] Summer Rain

Today I woke up to rain. Or, at the very least, an excuse for rain in this drought-ridden California. Light drops fell in a hazy sheet from the gray sky, dirt turning dark and vibrant. It didn’t last long, but for those few hours I was transported to a different time and place. I left […]

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The Pure Accident of Home

I was born to a divot of open land, partially swallowed by blackberry bushes and sloping forest, bookended by tall canyon walls on the edge of the hot central valley in northern California. In the summer, the earth was brown and yellow, a swath of dust and spindly star thistle; in the winter, a potent […]

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Train

Today I’m slicing the California landscape in two with rusty steel, riding a seam down some red dirt middle of the valley all the way to the gray blue calm of the bay that reaches out silver at the end of the day to some unseen horizon beneath the sun. Today I’m traveling by a means […]

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Fog

There’s an unpredictability to the grayness of days in our cove by this water, us in this dent on the edge of the west. As if caught in an eddy, our Bay sends swirls of dark air to engulf us and wrap our landscape in mystery. It is something circadian, yet somehow always sudden. When […]

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Valley

California’s central valley is a 450 mile stretch of parched land up the state’s big belly. In a normal year, the valley spends the majority of its time bone dry. Throw in the drought, and you’ve got serious thirst. The lonely roads are lined with dry grasses, dust clouds billow up from distant tractors driving the […]

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Home Body

The lessons of the road are too numerous and novel to catalog or rank with any universal tenor. For instance, a recent road has taught me this: Raki is to be sipped slowly with water and friends. High heels have no place on treacherous Istanbul streets. American music is the great cultural connector. So when a […]

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