Dearest Constellation
Nature abhors a straight line. I had originally planned a trip into the Alvord Desert in far southeast Oregon to gather the last bit of material for Cantrip and Loveletter. However, impassable roads… Continue reading
Nature abhors a straight line. I had originally planned a trip into the Alvord Desert in far southeast Oregon to gather the last bit of material for Cantrip and Loveletter. However, impassable roads… Continue reading
I was going to call this The Unbearable Whiteness of Being, but I hear Milan Kundera is easy to piss off and I kinda like his work, so I refrained from the truly… Continue reading
What a difference twenty years can make. While sifting through the photo files for a talk I was planning on Tibet, I was struck by how far I’ve come in all this time.… Continue reading