The Redwood Forest

There is such a hush walking through a magnificent redwood forest. The trees tower over you like no others, lifting the breeze far higher than is audible. A carpet of redwood needles causes even the forest critters to seemingly tiptoe while on their business. The only sound is the quiet burble of the stream that... Continue Reading →

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Grasping at boards as I fell

When I was around four, my father had a sailboat that he had started building while in Japan. Now, it was in dry dock in Berkeley in order to finish equipping the yacht. As he worked he let us play on the craft. It had no rails yet, so one time as my older brother,... Continue Reading →