Reflections in The Black by Vic Zeilman
The black-and-white photograph is small and square, half a century old, showing my grandmother posing in front of the dark,…
Wearing our heart on our chalk bags.
The black-and-white photograph is small and square, half a century old, showing my grandmother posing in front of the dark,…
At some point in my early to midtwenties, I came to the conclusion that life is not about rock climbing.…
When my college crew began climbing in the Black Canyon, topos were scribbled out on beer soaked napkins, during big…