BagelsinAugust

happy new year

Jan
22

Looking up at the stars, I know quite well
That, for all they care, I can go to hell,
But on earth indifference is the least
We have to dread from man or beast.

How should we like it were stars to burn
With a passion for us we could not return?
If equal affection cannot be,
Let the more loving one be me.

Admirer as I think I am
Of stars that do not give a damn,
I cannot, now I see them, say
I missed one terribly all day.

Were all stars to disappear or die,
I should learn to look at an empty sky
And feel its total dark sublime,
Though this might take me a little time. – The More Loving One, W. H. Auden


Glass Beach, Fort Bragg, California

more photos from the air

Jul
10

I secretly relish the chance to visit a new place, by air. I think one of the best views of a city is what you see on the way there; the woods, the lakes, the suburbs, the factories… I really do love them all. I get a bit romantic about the character of the factories, with steam creating momentary clouds which obscure the view. Nature from above seems so still and serene. I often feel sad to land at the end of the journey.

San Francisco through the plane window

Colors and layers of mountains

California farms from the air

Circles between mountains