A waning crescent moon on Halloween with a high of 64 degrees. I think I’ve had enough input. Enough inspiration.
There’s a woman who can tell you the future by deciphering the contrails of experimental military aircraft.
A quiet day in the desert spent watching the shadows of the Joshua trees grow.
Mojave desert. Sunset: 6:00pm. There’s a full moon tonight, and we pulled over to watch it rise.
After looping through Phoenix for two hours without feeling like the scenery had changed, we checked into a Ballardian hotel along the interstate.
We scrolled past an abandoned baby stroller and a bottle of champagne on the median of Dean Martin Drive.
We’ve been fantasizing about living in the desert for a solid decade.
Thirty-nine thousand feet over the Rocky Mountains. Night flight into the desert.
A sunny Friday in October with a high in the 80s, and it’s startling to see Christ looking so human, so plain.
The first rituals began to make sure the sun would rise each morning, and I often wonder what the last ritual will be.
Sunset: 6:18pm. A high of 70 degrees and 84% humidity. Spent a late night at the cemetery chapel, tending to the responses to After the End.
More and more, I admire the imagery of Catholicism as a vocabulary of mourning.
Sunset: 6:20pm. A first-quarter moon. A high of 72 and another humid night that feels like the wrong season.
Sunset: 6:22pm. The clean winds of autumn have yet to arrive. I’d like to read Herodotus someday.
Everything feels like a metaphor these days.
Sunset: 6:26pm. A waxing crescent moon. The weather is too chipper. I crave gloom, damp leaves on the sidewalk, and a chilly breeze.
Sunset: 6:27pm. Partly sunny and high of 75 degrees. It’s much too warm for October. Today I was introduced to the concept of “falling in love with a moment.”
Sunset: 6:29pm. Moon: New. Today C. and I were on television.
Sunset: 6:30pm. Moon: New. My father would have turned 73 today.
Sunset: 6:32pm. Moon: Waning crescent. A damp Monday with dull grey air and internet outages.
