Summer Slog
Why oh why do the lowest of each day’s tides only happen around my favorite swim hour?
Opinion pieces and perspective from people connected to nature in Northern California.
Why oh why do the lowest of each day’s tides only happen around my favorite swim hour?
Landscapes are not just scenery. They are places where people learn skills, traditions, and a kind of hospitality that can last across generations.
Artificial intelligence is not magic, or placeless, or limitless. It is nature: wind, water, coal.
Remembering a Bay Area icon of travel and local nature.
You do not need much to be transported, to become aware of what a city can be, in between its apartment buildings and sidewalks and storefronts.
When I plunge into San Francisco Bay in spring, I’m swimming through a cool green fish stew.
It is a human impulse to wonder at the limits of what we know through experience alone.
Even in winter, Bay water is mostly safe to swim in. It smells good. It tastes fine.
Autumn in San Francisco Bay is a halcyon moment between the punishing winds of summer and the frigid swells of winter.
To block a border, a route, a place to sleep, is an attempt to assert a hierarchy of beings.