Adventures in Amateur Birdwatching
Downy Woodpecker & Hairy Woodpecker: I can’t tell these guys apart and I don’t believe that you can either.
Downy Woodpecker & Hairy Woodpecker: I can’t tell these guys apart and I don’t believe that you can either.
I got to a certain point in all of them and had to go, “This is about religious trauma, isn’t it?”
When every second feels like an eternity while simultaneously flashing by as fleeting as lightning, there’s no time to check the book.
You have come so far. But have you done well enough?
Summer feels syrupy thick and cloying, on the edge of overripe.
I collect these moments, these small intimacies with strangers, shoring up an evidence base of my own existence and its overlap with others’.
Wandering snowflakes on their descending pilgrimages can hold a remarkable resemblance to the contorted stars of hyperspace.
It may be a little reckless and a little dumb, but that’s the point.
Parking in the furthest spot away in the parking lot is not scratching my walking-everywhere-itch.
Am I a product of all of the sticks, stones, and leaves I have encountered throughout my life?