Imagine striving to follow a compass as far North as you can make it. Every line of latitude feels like a milestone. A hallmark. Sure, there are setbacks — sometimes geography will force you
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 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