I remember helping a friend at a local arts magazine name a column “Crows on Clouds.” I had been sitting at my desk one morning, staring at a blank screen, waiting for inspiration, when I noticed a murder of crows outside my window. They were bickering and gliding on a thermal, and it reminded me that a page, with letters, looked very much like crows on clouds. This morning, I caught a solitary crow, catching thermals. The artistry, the beauty […]
Wherever we look, there are stories to be told. From the simple moments, the grandest of experiences, stories emerge and beg to be seen, to be heard, to be remembered.