A year has gone past, some things have changed and some things haven't. Yesterday I got to throw a snowball in the lower Sonoran desert, so I guess management has decided to let hell's standards fall (mebbe trying to let you in to start a party?). I'd been aging a Dogfish Head 120 minute IPA for us to share on a future trip to AZ, but last night I realized (again and again) that you can't enjoy it now. I took that bottle up into the Superstition Mountains yesterday with no clear intentions (without you to drink it, does it have a purpose?) as the snow and sleet flurries blew down in gusts and eddies, obscuring the steep and windy two-lane road as it careens up and down the narrow canyons. It was a beautiful afternoon. After stopping all along the way for photos, we come to the top of a ridge with sheer drops on either side, and I have to make a choice. It's freezing cold and I'm wearing shorts, the wind howls, there's the bottle, watching and considering my actions.
It is sublime: smooth, somewhat smokey, with a subtle yet rich earthy grounding. Dry aged fruits, peaty notes of scotch, the warm, aged malt, all harmoniously tantalizing the taste buds.
Much too much like the time you spent with us, it is only fleeting. Now a memory, not to be forgotten but to remain as another way to see and experience this world, this life. So rich and complex to escape complete description. So remarkable and brilliant that defy first impressions. Like that brew, instilling so much inspiration into others to do the best and be the best and make the best of themselves.
Thursday, February 21, 2013
Thursday, January 31, 2013
So the city is miles behind where I'm shooting from, and my subject is miles further away, yet the orange glow of light pollution washes out stars and even the glow of the moon. It took a long exposure to exaggerate the light of the moon as it made ready to rise behind these peaks.
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Monday, April 02, 2012
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Monday, March 19, 2012
I had a dream that we were all on a road trip somewhere. I never quite knew where, but it was just all of us and Scratch in my jeep, and we were roaming across the southwest. At one point there was a thunderstorm while we were on a dirt road, and I realized that the car was empty. Everyone who'd been there with me was gone. At that point I got a message on the radio telling me to go to work, so I had to go fight a fire in the rain. It wouldn't go out at all, and then I woke up before I could go back to find everyone. I remember that even though I was working, I still was thinking about going back to get everyone as soon as I was done. I just could never quench the flames that burned in the rain and I couldn't leave to find my people.
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