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christine-bottaro's picture
Jul.25.2010
A black silhouette of a crow alights on the phone wire and pole outside, and then stands still as stone.     I look past it, up at the fog, a gray blank, a cool, still, unyielding cover over everything as far as I can see. This nonweather has no pulse, no variation, no obvious challenge to...
christine-bottaro's picture
Jul.25.2010
Big Sur is singing its deep quiet song today.  Everyone hears it differently, but it's there, one that must listen to in a redwood grove or at the river's edge. Its voice is joined by redtail hawks, jays, juncos, gurgling river currents and rustling dry grasses of midsummer.     You drive...
christine-bottaro's picture
Jul.04.2010
It's difficult to remember a prettier day than today has been for the Fourth of July in Pacific Grove.  With the merest hint of a cool breeze nudging my wind chime, the day is idling quietly by.  A few hours ago, we celebrated Independence Day along with our fellow townspeople the way we do here...
christine-bottaro's picture
Jun.29.2010
Heavy, dripping fog hid any sun around here for miles inland early this morning.  Swimming felt rough, a real challenge. Lots of bodies in the lanes creating circling currents induces fatigue more quickly.  But, we were all in the same tub, so to speak, and felt an esprit de corps I like about...
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Jun.26.2010
When do writers give up writing because; after receiving hundreds of postage-stamp rejections, all impersonal form rejects--that they don't have the skills or creativity to write queries that pop? That they finally understand that what they write is of no interest to readers? That all the...
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Jun.24.2010
Summer has been cold in The Groove this week.  Birds are flying around wearing down booties and vests, and furry wildlife members of the community have not been willing to give up their winter coats just yet.  It's 55 degrees right now, the middle of the day, the middle of June.  I have an icicle...
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May.18.2010
Spring is in the air today - literally.  A seagull sailed overhead, its voice sounded like a rusty hinge, and its mouth stuffed so full of grass and twigs that it could have been mistaken for a flying shrub.  It landed on a rooftop in the neighborhood and continued its call, then presented the...
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May.16.2010
"Shuuuureeeee!"  Starting low down in the tenor range, then climbing to a hoarse squeal, odd screeching cries of seagulls echoed from fog-soaked rooftops, cement pilings and desultory reaches of the shore. Dew and spattering runoff sprayed from rusted downspouts to the dampened streets...
christine-bottaro's picture
May.16.2010
"Shuuuureeeee!"  Starting low down in the tenor range, then climbing to a hoarse squeal, odd screeching cries of seagulls echoed from fog-soaked rooftops, cement pilings and desultory reaches of the shore. Dew and spattering runoff sprayed from rusted downspouts to the dampened streets...
christine-bottaro's picture
Apr.04.2010
Brilliant rays of light gleamed off the ocean and sand, but they were quickly shrouded in the clouds of an approaching storm.  In the space of a minute, the morning was flooded briefly with intensely bright sunlight, as if beamed straight from heaven.  Could have been a sign from God, but maybe...