There must be others walking along the bottom of the ocean, but I’ve never seen anyone. It’s a big place. Light can only travel to a depth of about two hundred meters: I’ve been walking the Mariana Trench in total… Continue Reading
“The sea can be unruly this time of year. The waves wild and unforgiving. What were you doing out there in the middle of it?” The stranger pushed his potatoes around the plate with his fork before stabbing some and… Continue Reading
The first time I drove the entire way up Emigration Canyon and realized the freeway connected to Park City and it was as though all the barriers I’d grown up with fell down. The first time I drove my car… Continue Reading
It crashed with incredible violence, clouds of pink sand blossoming as it imbedded itself into the seafloor. An Iron Oyster. On the reef, schools of technicolored fish fled, helter-skelter. Crabs and eels and sharks took cover. But the octopus was… Continue Reading