I have excellent news! No, seriously. The scales hath fallen from my eyes. A mystery solved. And for someone who goes through life being pretty perceptive [brain as hive of bees], albeit often adept at missing the obvious [bees can be loud], this is a coup. ... View Post
Not a lot to do with a lot, but one of my favorite pictures of all time: me, my dad, my brother Charlie, and my cousin Spen (R.I.P.) riding in the 914 on Ponte Vedra Boulevard. Things I'll never take for granted: that my hand will always look small on my dad's forearm, no matter how big I get; ... View Post
[Atop Old Rag.] There's a camaraderie established somewhere early on during a hike: when you're blowing up the fire road and ease of step gives way to striding, conversation becomes a bit more staccato while your lungs warm up. No one wants to sound out of breath, but the rhythm isn't quite ... View Post
[Chop Suey Books in Carytown, Richmond, VA.] The more chances you have to be around people---strangers, in particular---the more opportunities you have to be proven right about them. Or wrong, however you view the glass. I tend to assume every person is both fundamentally kind, and trustworthy. ... View Post
Overtired or overcome? I took this photo of the grass next to me where I'm laying reading a book in Scuffletown Park. All of a sudden, the picture made me misty-eyed. It's almost too pretty. A mouse fountain. Perfect for drinking and face washing. Old urges to build dioramas and pet hamsters are ... View Post