Entries by Ken

Particles of Smoke

As I write this, our island, and much of the west coast, is being heavily infused with smoke. It’s coming from massive wildfires in California and Oregon, blown north by the prevailing winds. It’s high noon, and everything is a dreary brown. The world looks like one of those old sepia prints with all the […]

Dancing under a mushroom cloud

One evening in late October 1962, my father was driving me to a ballroom dancing lesson. I was an awkward 14-year-old, very shy, and a horrible dancer to boot. I dreaded these lessons. Foxtrot was the least painful for me since it was pretty easy to slur my steps and keep from hitting my partner’s […]

Sealy

When we look out onto the little cove in front of our house, we often see a harbor seal. With its head poking out of the water it carves a little wake as it swims around our dock. We call “him” “Sealy.” Sealy is usually by himself, and we worry that he might be lonely. […]