The ashen moon hung low that brisk October night. Despite the obscuring fog, I could see my breath. The chill cut me a little deeper than the rest of my […]
Words by Darren HowlettPhoto by Jennifer Brazil
Comox Valley Collective Winter
My mom used to make stuffed mushroom caps at the drop of a hat. “We’ve been invited to so-and-so’s for dinner. We’ll need to bring something.” Mushroom caps. “Company’s coming! We […]
Words & Photo by Darren Howlett
There’s something that connects me to a greater world when I fire up the smoker. I can’t put my finger on it. Words like “pastoral,” “holistic,” and “terrestrial” spring to […]
Words by Darren HowlettPhotos by Jennifer Brazil
