I excitedly decided to get a birdbath one day in late April. Filled it with pebbles & fresh water. “I sure hope the birds find it and use it,” I said, picturing dainty songbirds perched all ’round the edges. I was a little worried they wouldn’t come. Right, well. It’s now a few short weeks […]Read Post ›
After years of tweeting, a lot — too much for me, in fact, though some topics never get enough press, including the bicycle transportation news I citizen-journaled from one of my Twitter accounts — this year I’m experimenting with giving it up. Thus, so far in 2023 I’ve been saying less of what I think […]Read Post ›
“It’s awfully quiet in that room, what have you been up to in there?” “NOTHING! Don’t come in here!” Actually, I have been up to something kind of new for me: I’ve been photographing, editing and creating a documentary of sorts. Sometimes you can’t say what you need to say in words, you need sound […]Read Post ›
This post exists simply to announce, I made a tip jar! It’s down there at the bottom of the page, the mason jar with pink hearts in it. Please don’t feel obligated, but if anyone’s so inclined, you can now leave me a tip. Keep in mind though: this will only encourage more writing and […]Read Post ›
On my list of to-do’s last Friday: posting this phone video I took of a pretty spectacular, and also intimidating, bird sighting last week. But what should’ve taken 15 minutes has taken a week. First I realized I needed to upload the video to YouTube or Vimeo, rather than just upload it to the blog. […]Read Post ›
I recently came to understand not everyone feels sharp, almost electrical pangs shooting up their thighs when standing on the edge of a precipice. Mine are severe enough that I can’t stand on the edge of a cliff to watch an ocean sunset. Or, I should say, I won’t. At least not at the very […]Read Post ›
Violence, like love, isn’t always felt in the moment. The intensity of those is usually more or less steady, on time-release. Only occasionally does passion jag up and off the charts, a tidal wave flashing solely over our intimate relationships, or engulfing entire communities. Like taking hold of the wrong end of a plugged-in, hot […]Read Post ›
A man barreling his Jeep Patriot from the highway into a poorly designed parking lot entrance, which intersects with a walkway and has a marked pedestrian crossing area amid a confusion of car lanes, honked his ass off loudly in my ears. I’d been about to step into the crossing, which is marked as such […]Read Post ›
Oregon Central Coast’s first-ever* guide to bike parking *let’s just say I’d be surprised if there’s already a bike parking guide out there As arguable proof that I’m not always as wordy as my last post—& to get these photos off my phone—here’s a post featuring usable bike parking at the Oregon coast! This is […]Read Post ›
On climate hustle, climate hope, and taking the climate action heat Dedicated to bicycle advocates worldwide; my dad; and the green Nishiki he gave me rides on before I could pedal I’ve been wanting to say something that’s probably ten disparate posts, but first I’ve got to untangle it all. This is a going to […]Read Post ›
Naomi Fast 