Sidney Creek lies only ¾ mile from my house on the shore of Chocowinity Bay, but the short paddle is a transition between worlds.
There is only one tree with knees and no one knows why.
What are the possibilities of seeing and thinking without eyes or brain? What sense of self might be distributed across a network of roots and fungi? And how is time perceived by an individual whose life spans centuries?
Getting in and out of the Oru required skills I hadn’t developed sailing boats across oceans.
I have a wonderfully stable hybrid kayak, a 12-foot NuCanoe Frontier, but it weighs 76 pounds and takes a village to move. So I purchased an origami kayak.
Fog unmakes the familiar. We depend so much upon our sight that we are literally lost without it, adrift in the fog.