Perseverance Bay, a sketch for a 2026 project The month of December arrived silently through the back door, while November didn't want to leave the party. This melding of months, holidays and family, I don't remember it always being so atilt. It has felt like a perpetual Monday and today is Friday, I think. Maybe it was the big push to get the house finished, the workers out, and everything set up from furniture to books to paintings, beds made and bathroom towels hung to sp

I drink my coffee and the less than full moon floats between strands of clouds in a strawberry sherbet tinted sky. Pelicans cross our point individually, in pairs and as squadrons, cutting dark, prehistoric shapes against the waxing blue of morning. Back on Tropaco Point, we're once again surrounded by water and sky, living within a patchwork of blues and greens and a 280 degree ocean view. While lists still exist, my mind tired from taking stock of the details remaining to

I'm struggling with what to write, where to start, unsure how to give presence to the page with my surroundings, the nuance, noise and...

Savan of Charlotte Amalie Neither the slow burn of August nor the month long Sunday Scaries that come with anticipating September ever...