It is blackberry season. I walk thirty yards from my front door carrying an old plastic yogurt container and start picking.
There is no need to bend over, no need to reach through or wrestle with canes to get to fruit that is hidden.

On July 22nd Tinkerbell, representing the Interfaith Council for the Prevention of Homelessness (IFCH) became UnOfficial Mayor of Vashon, having raised over $20,000.

“Marcus, why did you trip me?  You broke my front tooth and it will never grow back.”  I was flat on my face in the gravel; my lip and broken tooth were bleeding.  I spat it out in the gravel.  Marcus and his sixth grade friends were standing on the concrete porch of Vashon Grade School, laughing themselves silly at me

I can remember those days in the darkroom when a batch of negatives came out of the tank with the curious purple cast that wet, black and white safety film has, and is especially noticeable when exposures were under what was recommended for a well balanced print to be made from them.

A worker in a refugee camp in Syria writes: “When we got back to our base camp a couple of hours ago this little fellow, A---, was waiting for us. He said he needed to talk to us.