For a while now, I’ve been thinking about a film camera for my partner. And now, I’ve got the camera, but will make a bit of a small project out of getting it just-so for her. The camera is a...

Amy, Trixie, and Greta sat in the screened-in porch, considering the back yard in unified silence. A sparrow alighted on the mulberry sapling shooting up from the wide crack in the patio. They watched it with rapt attention for a...

She smelled like soap and her the sweet-smelling perfume he remembered, the aroma now seeming slightly juvenile for her age, but still fit her spirit.

When he stood up, a rain shadow marked where he had been sitting on the ground, cross-legged, watching the low clouds skim past the undulating hills. They had hidden the setting sun and were hastening the transition to night, abbreviating...