Contrast • The near black and white sunrise before sunrise over eastern Montana
“A counter-reality in the scales” — my now favorite way to think about thinking
Action shot • A brilliant header, or a goofy dog who can’t catch? When in doubt, go with brilliance
Donations to the walking-path library. I thought I’d be lightening the book bin a lot more for the ride home, but they can be so hard to part with
Our national obsession with certain smells is returning alongside autumn. Campfire smoke, cinnamon brooms and wet leaves, apple and nutmeg and anything crumble … you know what I mean. But so many more scents deserve our attention. I grew up in a “fragrance-free” house bedecked with electric candles, sensitive-skin detergents, and Dial soap—it was a sort of blank canvas for aromas. In my mind, everything from fresh bread to Comet powder existed in a vacuum, on a pedestal. I began to love the dual transportive effect of smell: some scents yank us backward into the perfumed past, while others propel us into unfamiliar dimensions, forcing the imagination to build a new ecosystem populated with those notes. And all this from such miniscule, invisible particles of information!
Going-to-the-Sun Road • A snapshot Meghan took out of the sunroof two years ago
Back-sleeper
It is possible, as you don’t need me to tell you, to buy almost any book on the internet, however long it’s been out of print. But doing that robs life of one of the things that gives it purpose.