A few years ago, I wrote "Life, Death, and Lack of Closure," about a seemingly-inevitable trap of living life after becoming an inadvertent historian: that because inaction — the decision to not document something
It's kind of funny to think that the last time I saw my DSLR, it was looking back at me. February 29th. My life had just taken a huge turn — after 22 years
A gentle giant rumbled in the sky In older times, when weather was a friend With eyes shut tight, I'd feel the wind drift by But patterns, large and small, began to bend
It's one thing to say it. That infrastructure is a product of its place and its time. But it's something else to travel somewhere new, and to see combinations that you haven't seen
![[Doc Diaries] Place and Time](/content/images/size/w960/migrated_images/2020/04/doc-diaries-place-and-time/xt2_8711.jpg)
