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
(Content warning: suicide) I showed this picture to my wife, and her first words were "wow, I would frame this… except that it doesn't feel right framing someone's tragedy…" And even though there
Over the last year, I've learned that music is just like photography — it matters when an experience surrounds you. Seeing a great landscape photo on a small screen isn't quite like seeing it