On one end of the sky the crescent moon, an earring made of boneand on the other the rising sun, soft candlelight—in between there was us, the earth, with all blue above.Winter’s teeth still on the wind. Birds beckoning for… Read More ›
I went back up Tiger Mountain but this time in the dark, walking mostly by moonlight. It takes about an hour to get to the top and it’s a well-groomed trail, though there are some big rocks to watch out… Read More ›
Up before the birds, walking in the dark. They say you shouldn’t be alone at the state park when it’s low light with the cougars so I walk in the neighborhood instead. It’s no fun worrying about cougars anyway, looking… Read More ›
You get enough light to walk by now a half an hour before sunrise. Still it was too dark and I jumped the gun driving to the state park in the rain. You could see it in the headlights and… Read More ›
Thirty years ago I moved to Seattle, sight unseen. I was living in Philadelphia with my girlfriend in an artist loft in a bad part of town. That winter in Philadelphia was the worst one in years, as was the… Read More ›
As January came to a close we left our rental in Bath and made our way down to Canterbury. I remember thinking we’ll probably never be back here, and feeling a sadness in that. But it was more the fact… Read More ›
I went back up Tiger Mountain, the High Point Way trail that cuts through a former homeless camp, Tent City 4. That camp kept getting moved until it landed here, at the base of Tiger Mountain smack dab on the… Read More ›
It took us 13 years to wise up to it, but we finally watched Breaking Bad all the way through, five seasons, fifty-some hours of content. Prior to the last episode I went back to The Atlantic archives to read… Read More ›
1/21/26 The sound of the cock crowing in the morning is doleful the way it peaks and trails off. It’s so cold when the headlights hit the road it is all diamonds, the frost. Up ahead it’s the old guy… Read More ›
I went back to Granite Mountain, one of the local climbs off the interstate maybe a half an hour from our house. You drive east to Snoqualmie Pass and it’s right before the pass. I-90 goes from Seattle to Boston… Read More ›
Bill Pearse 