she waits
I wake
join in the shower
a peck on the lips—
what is this?
someone else can call you sunshine?
It’s been cloudy all week
can’t hope for snow.
to call you sunshine—now—
is cheesy and trite.

October ‘12

Clarke’s Dream" by Gold Panda

Tycho - Spectre (Bibio Remix)" by Tycho

Ta-ku - CaseyBanks" by SOULECTION

In The City f. Zumbi Of Zion I" by CunninLynguists

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There were four more days of notes from that hike, but I just came home to this near some shredded photos / negatives.
Sometimes my anxious dog reminds me that the mountains, like my memories of them, aren’t going anywhere. And though irreplaceable, they are only things.

There were four more days of notes from that hike, but I just came home to this near some shredded photos / negatives.

Sometimes my anxious dog reminds me that the mountains, like my memories of them, aren’t going anywhere. And though irreplaceable, they are only things.

The Sierra Nevada. The sun: two fingers above the ridge. Day 1

Ah, the wilderness. Get on a flight to anywhere, and without realizing it the din of the roaring engines keeping you aloft becomes gentle—even unnoticeable—background to your senses. That never seems to happen here, for in the absence of cacophony, our nerve endings tingle in anticipation. Atop a rock on a hillside at sunset, even the eyes delay their next blink. And what was previously a dimming meadow in the shadow of red volcanic hills becomes scattered dandelion insects, dust in the low light.

Will Calls (Marfa Demo)" by Grizzly Bear

Ethio Invention No. 1" by Andrew Bird