Stephen Sandy

  • Sea Chest

    In the junk shop stood an old wood chest, patina of ships and the sea, use and years; the box heavy, empty, forgotten, set apart. On the lid…

  • The Change

    Those yews at winter's end, near-black on snow -- she said. as they walked -- are the proper green. for the shutters of a house. He wondered,…

  • My Place

    --My loft, and how. you came. over letting your coat go. as if it was your room. already! And what I was. doing there is. not clear. to…


Google Street View, Transformed Into a Tiny Planet

A 360-degree tour of our world, made entirely from Google's panoramas


The 86-Year-Old Farmer Who Won't Quit

A filmmaker returns to his hometown to profile the patriarch of a family farm


Riding Unicycles in a Cave

"If you fall down and break your leg, there's no way out."


Carrot: A Pitch-Perfect Satire of Tech

"It's not just a vegetable. It's what a vegetable should be."


The Benefits of Living Alone on a Mountain

"You really have to love solitary time by yourself."



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