Morning song
The morning sings a song of a day unmade And the night hums it Tip can.
Brief burst of color (Jixuan is a rainbow)
BOULDER, Colo.—How do you write about a photograph? How do you capture with words what you captured with light? How do you capture with words exactly how you felt when you took the photo, when how you felt existed in your mind only for a flash? There’s a curious thing that happens after you spend […]
The Skeletons of Bonneville
TRUCKEE, Calif.—The wind blows hard in the Sierras, and when the sun is gone there is a cold that freezes me at night. When the cold releases me in the morning, I feel new. The air here smells of vanilla. The smell comes from trees, and I wonder how it is that a tree could […]