Ephemerama #64

Ephemerama #64

Who ever said that age is just a state of mind and you can be young as you want to be was clearly never middle-aged. The subtle betrayals of the body that accumulate daily turn into a kind of constant numbness. Add a bit of good old male stubbornness to the mix and I think [...]

Ephemerama #47

Ephemerama #47

I woke up a couple days ago thinking about why the ocean gives me such a sense of relief. I settled on the notion that the ocean, specifically wading into it at the beach, connects a person instantly to their utter irrelevance in the cosmic scheme of things or at least our collective smallness. There's [...]