Monthly Archives: October 2010
I point my cell phone like a gun. Snap a photo of the cream-colored paint racing down the street towards the metal grate of the storm drain. The man I confront is twice my size. He stands by a squat … Continue reading
It is quiet in Eagle Harbor. From the cockpit I can hear the breath of a harbor porpoise as it fishes the current in Bellingham Channel near the Cone Islands. In the distance is Chuckanut Mountain.