LIFE in ❶❾❻❽
When a camera’s shutter is left open long enough, nighttime appears as day.
The chalk art on Flint’s recently mushed trunk during the drive back from the Grand Canyon, with my beautiful amazing photographer talented at everything and wonderfully philosophical friend Dani. No one ever honked. Over 768 miles, not once.
I’ve recently gotten back from living at this thing for three months, the Grand Canyon, a beautiful and incredibly inspiring place where there was little access to the internet and the people were depressing. Visit = good. Working there = very bad. Being a hermit there = probably cool, as long as you don’t talk to anyone else who lives there, unless they’re a cool South African, in which case yes, do talk to them. I’m back in Colorado again though, hooray, and planning my next adventure. Which also means I’ll probably start maintaining this neglected tumblr again.
The broadcast of a football game is interrupted for an important announcement.
