this little family in the fog with a side of little plastic records and some perfect sunday morning window-gazing.
cannon beach in december::our second annual coast trip with our daughters. that night they were predicting hurricane-like winds that could take out the power and ruin the world. instead, the beach was an… Continue reading
a night at the coast with these two. a room at the commodore and a queen size bed and a radio to turn up loud. jumping to touch the ceiling, watching the ships… Continue reading
five was 365 days of blue and gold: it was dribbling a soccer ball around the kitchen and polishing rocks with your nana; it was building spaceships with legos, experimenting in the kitchen… Continue reading
Sawyer crossed the smallest ocean alone. The water was choppy and drops fell into his eyes. He wished he had access to a boat, but he made do with his snorkel mask. He… Continue reading
Lately Indy has been waking up early, collecting the Oregonian from the front porch and sitting down at the kitchen counter with the adopt-a-pet section. With scissors, she cuts out the faces of… Continue reading