Musings from a clockwork moose and friends
Pull up a stump. Clockwinkle is a little corner of the woods where a half-mechanical moose shares stories, snapshots, and the occasional questionable opinion — with help from his forest friends. No algorithms. No agenda. Just tales and tinkering.
It started, as most questionable decisions do, with a text message and a leap. “We should go hiking on the Scottish Isles” Instead of laughing it off and saying someday…I said yes. There are now plane tickets, a rental car, and the ghost of a plan that’ll have us exploring Skye and Mull this September, relying on the rented suv to get us to where we can venture out in our hiking boots.
There’s a thing that happens when you slow down enough to actually taste something. Not just drink it — taste it. The peat, the salt, the ghost of an oak barrel that held something else twenty years ago.
People ask about the name. Fair enough — it’s not immediately obvious. It started with a cartoon moose, some imagination, a failed attempt at writing a book, and the realization that we’re all a little bit mechanical and a little bit wild. Here’s the origin story, such as it is.
Clockwinkle is the personal corner of the internet belonging to a guy who's spent decades thinking about how people take care of each other — and who needed a place to think out loud about everything else.
The stories here are about travel, family, dogs, whisky, music, getting older, and the weird little moments that stick with you. The forest friends are optional but encouraged.
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