Recent Views

Flying above Idaho, returning from Portland. I usually don’t take pictures from airplanes, but I’m a sucker for mountains, especially ones as pretty as these. They sparkled. Chicago at sunset, as lonesome and resolute as the celestial orb overlooking it. William Fitzsimmons concert. I liked the natural quadrants that formed outward from the violinist, and the colors… Read more Recent Views

How to Feel Small

I like things that make me feel small. Like If The Moon Were Only 1 Pixel, a “tediously accurate scale model of the solar system” that, as you scroll horizontally, reveals the vast span of our neighborhood: Or Why Time Flies, a philosophical exploration of our fungible awareness of time: Or The Scale of the Universe (my favorite), which, as… Read more How to Feel Small