"

If I never see you again I will always carry you
inside
outside

on my fingertips
and at brain edges

and in centers
centers
of what I am of
what remains.

"

Charles Bukowski, Living on Luck (via ughpoems)

Pieces of the Ruins at Wupatki

Pieces of the Ruins at Wupatki

Wupatki National Monument 
(with the Painted Desert as a barely a glimpse in the distance)

Wupatki National Monument 

(with the Painted Desert as a barely a glimpse in the distance)

Sunset Crater Volcano

Sunset Crater Volcano

Burnt-sugar scented bark
Pinus ponderosa

Burnt-sugar scented bark

Pinus ponderosa

Five Things About the Place I Call Home

1. The fuzzy mountains roll into each other lazily.

2. Tips of tree canopies, nearly touching, blanket the sleepy giant hills in marbled blobs of different greens - pine, ash, fir, oak.

3. The sun gently warms the mornings, waking the birds and coaxing the carmel-sugar scent from the trees.

4. The night brings coolness and fresh air. Between ponderosa silhouettes, stars gleam intensely.

5. The moon threatens to keep me awake with its brightness.

Today at Lake Mary

Adventure time

Adventure time

Painted Desert

Painted Desert

Breath held
Eyes wide
And then -
“I knew we wouldn’t make it,” he said.

Choo struck out, last at bat.

Is that it?
“Always springs eternal,” so they say.

In my experience?
Always ends in damnatio memoriae.