Even though the new school year is looming, the evenings still stretch long. Besides, you don’t have to be in until after the steeetlights come on. There’s time for one more game.
I’ve made enough drawings for my D&D group that it was time to give them an online home. Sadly, I had to give up trying to make it work on my Micro.blog so they can be found on Cara.
Sharing a cool breeze during golden hour with some good friends from out of town is what summer’s about.
High up the mountain is an old stone bridge that beckons travelers to pause. For those who accept, it will trade a moment of beholding for a thought you’ve been trying to ignore. You won’t be able to stop the thought from surfacing however, the bridge is kind and will ask the stream to take it away.
Art is serious business!
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.
