One of my essays was published this last week on The Doctor T.J. Eckleburg Review. It is a weird story from my days in Alabama in the early 1990s. I scribbled a sketch for it as well. Here is the link: https://eckleburg.org/driving-for-gopher-by-david-b-such/
My essay, "Nourishment - Beyond Mere Sustenance," was recently published in an online magazine called The Flaneur (based in London). It is a story about a meal I had on a business trip in Houston, TX. Here is the link: http://flaneur.me.uk/01/nourishment-beyond-mere-sustenance-by-david-b-such/ I scribbled this scene to go with the story...
An hour before dawn, with a three-quarter moon shining through a clear sky, I forego the overhead floodlight that typically illuminates my path. Halfway up the twenty-five sandstone steps from my house to the car, I stop with a startle. “What was that sound?” We share this corner of the Colorado foothills with predators and … Continue reading Sigh of Relief
I am a mechanical engineer who primarily oversees work on GE 7FA combustion turbines that drive generators that produce electricity at power plants. That is my job. These units contain a large axial compressor that feeds combustion and cooling air for the gas turbine section. During a recent inspection on one of the units, we … Continue reading Stranger than Fiction
I am weary. My back complains when I yank the pull-cord of the gasoline engine and the lumbering machine sputters to life. I pull and latch the lever to engage the clutch and reach for the shovel as the blades of the mortar mixer begin to churn the water. After twenty-three and a half shovelfuls … Continue reading 7-7-77
July 4, 2017. Here I am in Richland, Washington to visit my mom and attend my niece’s wedding. Whenever I descend to elevations near sea level (or anywhere below 4000 feet above sea level), I sometimes think I can clock a better-than-normal time in a 5K foot race. Today I have this thought, and I … Continue reading Going the Extra Mile
A swarm of cave swallows churns the air in random circles outside the mouth of their namesake. We stand with a dozen other spectators and peer into the dark opening of the cave that extends a half mile into the limestone hill. Anticipation fills the small crowd as the sun approaches the western horizon of … Continue reading The Bats of Rio Frio
Certain corners of our world are alien zones to me. Looking out this tinted window suspended a couple hundred feet above the actual terra firma, I scan the horizon for a glimpse of the recognizable world. But I see it not; only concrete, steel, and glass. I look down and see human beings (and the vehicles they … Continue reading An Alien World
The change of speed causes me to wake from a brief jostling nap as we exit I-70W at Bakersville, just east of the Continental Divide. I move my head off the cold window as we pull into the adjacent parking lot a few minutes before 5:00 AM. Just before Austin turns off the Toyota Forerunner, … Continue reading Torreys Peak
This is a flashback to an anxious morning we experienced over three years ago. The date was Thursday, September 12, 2013. At 5:13 AM, the familiar yet unwelcome chime of the alarm clock wakes me from sound sleep and soon-forgotten dreams. I roll over to see that Renée has already started her day. Her sleeping … Continue reading Chocolate Milk and Tumbling Culverts
Let me tell you about the radish. . . . The Radish (Watercolor Pencil) One of my favorite garden vegetables is the radish. This is not so much about the crisp, spicy taste, but more about the memories the little red globes conjure. One of my earliest memories is working in the garden with my … Continue reading The Radish
(Island Hopping in a Sea of Sage) As an undergraduate biology student at Western State Colorado University, my oldest son, Marcel, has had the unique opportunity to design his own research project and apply for (and receive) funding. Under the guidance of Professor Patrick Magee, Marcel designed a project to study the effect of Douglas Fir … Continue reading Morning Point Counts
Falco died 10 years ago on July 13, 2006. There is still a hole in my heart. It has healed around the edges, but the void is still there. This is the message I sent to the volunteer search and rescue group (Front Range Rescue Dogs - FRRD) that we had worked with at the … Continue reading Falco
(An excerpt from my essay, “Nigh Unto the Mountain”) The crusty black lichen clings to the pores in the granite just inches from my face. Pale etchings in the stone form interesting patterns, but soon they begin to swirl. I close my eyes, inhale, exhale, and adjust my grip on the tiny handhold beneath two … Continue reading A Long Day on Longs Peak
(An excerpt from my essay, “On the Personal Acquisition of Meat”) I had no idea how far I had walked that day in pursuit of the wary antelope herds. When focused on a task, I do not monitor miles or minutes. By now, the sun was approaching the western hills, and it was clearly time … Continue reading Walking in the Dark
An excerpt from my essay, "On the Personal Acquisition of Meat" The rustic Maddox cabin reminds me of the original home of Jed Clampett. The main room has a large table in the middle with a kitchen sink in one corner, a row of chairs on one side, and a wood stove in the other … Continue reading Story Telling
