The joyful chaos of summer is coming to an end, and I find myself welcoming routine with a twinge of angst. Summers are full of spontaneity and serendipity, unexpected detours, and enough variety to replenish my creative bucket for months.
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Postcard No. 5 – On Color And Thirst
Before leaving the Pacific Northwest, I was familiar with the sensation of being thirsty, the flavor of water becoming sweet after a long hot hike. But nothing could have prepared me for the type of thirst one experiences when deprived of color.
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Postcard No. 4 – A Storage Unit Somewhere In North America
The acrid smell of decomposing memories invaded my nostrils sending me through a thousand memories at once.
