beginning to fall, in all its glory.

Now San Francisco, from here, looks like muted pastels and decadent ornament; am I turning into a New Yorker...

Since my trip, the word "Alaska" has conjured new, less wonderful connotations.  

Every moment is uniquely and utterly complex.  I wonder just how we humans are meant to be able to take stock of it all; the entity of life has so many intricacies it is no wonder that people get so confused, misdirected, and try to replace complexity with simplicity.  And yet there is also something simple to every moment.  

a farewell to summer

oddity