The gentle drift and lackadaisical shuffle of the seasons is surprisingly irresistible. Day by day, minute by minute, second by second, the year just moseys along. Sometimes shifting a little more abruptly every
Anxiety of passing time is how I knew. I missed the shift from red to black to blue. The last time I talked about plane travel, I marveled that "Out of an airplane
I am still me. It feels weird to say that. Or rather, it feels weird to have doubted that. But I guess that's what this past year has been: doubts about assumptions that
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 good endurance race is more slow than fast. And in the dead of winter, it's also more darkness than light. One of the unique challenges of the 25 Hours of Thunderhill is
