A successful family vacation draws to a close with a trip through the great Smokey Mountains. (Their beauty is frustratingly difficult to capture from a fast moving vehicle.)
A successful family vacation draws to a close with a trip through the great Smokey Mountains. (Their beauty is frustratingly difficult to capture from a fast moving vehicle.)
Let the winds awake,
let the branches rattle and shake
In the light that remakes
all that water has worn away
Sure, your hotel is famous but is it “contains a scale model of itself” famous? (Grove Park Inn, Asheville)
Enjoying some breathtaking views of the great Smokey Mountains. My phone says we’ve hiked 25 floors in the last hour.
One of my favorite pieces from this year’s student exhibition at the DIA. I laughed embarrassingly hard when we turned the corner and saw it.
The thing about cultivating gratitude is it doesn’t only come from commemorating or reliving happy times. In my experience, it comes from sitting with your worst moments and practicing how to reframe that ugliness into a lesson you can learn from.
Victoria Song’s article mirrors my own concerns with Apple’s new Journal app. I plan to stick with my current habit and app. Journaling is my time and intensely personal. AI and algorithms have no seat at that table as I’m chasing personal reflection, not features.
Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves was pure fun for my daughter and I. They perfectly captured our experience playing the game where the only things you take seriously are the bonds between you and your friends.
Having passed the 150 mark, I can definitively say that what’s made the biggest difference is a daily reminder that I can tap and take immediate action on. As much as I prefer pen and paper journaling, it never stuck like this.
Memorial Day weekend was full of much-needed time reconnecting to nature with family and friends. I welcome the soreness from all the hiking and kayaking.
My grandmother passed away today. Always passionate about music, she left this world surrounded by family who were singing to comfort her. A lovingly beautiful end.
Seasons are still a thrilling novelty for me. Several months ago I was taking photos of ice covering this same tree that is now fullly blooming in the afternoon sun.