I’d meant to post updates of our yearly migration but as always, the blog got sidelined. At the start of the year, I spent far more time than is healthy rearranging our finances. We’ve managed to cobble together a modest… Read More ›
“If you don’t like the weather, just wait a minute,” has been the Texas punchline for decades. Having lived in the state for over twenty years, I can attest to the wild swings in temperature. Every January, I got used… Read More ›
An odd time where my house hibernates next to my boyhood home. The driver’s side window staring down into the kitchen like the eye of a great leviathan peering into the past…
We pulled into Lake Mead last week, our little oasis in the desert. Coming back, I realize how much I loved this place the first time. It’s enchanting. The landscape this unrefined, unfinished sandbox of the gods. Ancient and wrinkled and weathered, scarred with jagged valleys and craggy heights, the lake rests like a gem on a mummified neck uncovered in some primordial tomb…
With all the traveling, I’ve spent a lot of time trying to get back to Montana.
The trails there will spoil you. Catch them in the spring and they’re a riot of color bathed in a sun so close the warmth burns through even the chilliest breeze. It was there I really found my hiking and backpacking mojo..
My weekend got out of control and I had less time to prep for the regular short story posting today. I thought it best if we check in with our fearless Captain and see what he’s been doing while being missing in action for so long…
These commands tell a story, her father had told her as he traced the filament’s path along the printer’s hidden inner workings and to the jet. She’d been mesmerized by how the owl materialized with each looping pass. From this thread, we borrow just enough of creation’s endless weave to tell our tale. This is the way of the Sutradhars. It will be yours, too.
My once established daily schedule just hit a few potholes. We’re fast approaching our departure from the ridiculously beautiful Oregon coast. Next week, I’ll need to be at the helm again setting off for parts unknown. Due to launch preparations… Read More ›
A bit of flash fiction about living life on the edge. Speculative? Maybe not for long. Maybe it’s what awaits us all…
This weekend was a holiday for the U.S. but that’s not my excuse. Writers don’t get holidays…
RUSS LINTON 