Worthy of Andy (Goldsworthy that is)
I spent a morning with my family gathering rocks of red and white for no other purpose than to line them up in a serpentine procession into the chilly March waters of East Austin Creek. My son gathered rocks for
Stones in the River
I spent the weekend out at our place in Cazadero nestled in the redwoods above a meandering creek. This time of year the creek is raging with the force of winter rains. The ground is long since saturated and the