Whidbey Island
Driftwood, fog, and the quiet edge of the Pacific Northwest.
vidsinoneframe Adventure
· I · the crossing ·
“Every road ends at water. You stop trying to get anywhere.”
· II · still growing ·
same red, different stem
· III ·
salt-bleached for decades
“She ran the whole field. I got three frames and a grass stain.”
· IV · the quieting ·
the only room that held still
“He sat in that chair like the light chose him.”
