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Oak Leaves and Ridge. Trabuco Canyon, California. Where’s my Focus? Every picture has its focal point. In this image, the oak tree in the foreground is crisp: I can see the dusky green of its leaves, the gray twigs thickening into branches, three parchment eucalyptus leaves, hang gliders visiting from a neighboring tree. But if […]
Oak Leaves and Ridge. Trabuco Canyon, California. Where’s my Focus? Every picture has its focal point. In this image, the oak tree in the foreground is crisp: I can see the dusky green of its leaves, the gray twigs thickening into branches, three parchment eucalyptus leaves, hang gliders visiting from a neighboring tree. But if […]
Oak Leaves and Ridge. Trabuco Canyon, California. Where’s my Focus? Every picture has its focal point. In this image, the oak tree in the foreground is crisp: I can see the dusky green of its leaves, the gray twigs thickening into branches, three parchment eucalyptus leaves, hang gliders visiting from a neighboring tree. But if […]
> My Office. Sometimes, My Sanctuary. When Work is Rest One little phone call had ruptured our Saturday afternoon as surely as a needle sinks a bright red balloon, draining its helium like blood from a vein. We’d abandoned our plans and raced eighty miles to San Diego, where my mother-in-law lay in a hospital […]
My Office. Sometimes, My Sanctuary. When Work is Rest One little phone call had ruptured our Saturday afternoon as surely as a needle sinks a bright red balloon, draining its helium like blood from a vein. We’d abandoned our plans and raced eighty miles to San Diego, where my mother-in-law lay in a hospital bed, […]
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