8:18
Leaning in, holding my breath, I raise my camera toward the coiled rattlesnake.
The floating lure hits the water with a plop, sending ripples out in neat concentric circles.
The more basic a thing is, the easier it is to take for granted.
The fields are overjoyed this morning.
On a balmy night in Chicago, I am wondering what I have learned not to notice.
Purple is a scented hue.
I know what it’s like for a dream to feel like hunger.
I’ve never seen anything quite like this place.
The tree outside my window is dying.
A photo that I took this week has gotten me thinking.
I am a professional listener.
Ansel Adams once said, “Sometimes I do get to places just when God's ready to have somebody click the shutter.” I just had one of those moments.
Viewing someone from a room away evokes melancholy.
Sometimes I just need to be reminded of the bigger picture.
At 8:18 tonight, David Day and I are driving the streets of Scottsdale and feel trapped.

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