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Silk of the Day #1664

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Silk of the Day #1664

This wish-fragment is stopped on its journey to come true – and by something so slight, almost too faint to notice at all. If the wind were only slightly different, that wish might have reached its new home and begun to grow. But, of course, the wind will change again.

Instead of fretting, maybe let’s just pretend this web is trying to show us what flight looks like. We’d never get a chance to come close enough otherwise.

what the water wants is hurricanes

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April 13, 2013 at 4:16 am

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Toxin of the Day #1628

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Toxin of the Day #1628

You can occasionally be a little thankful for litter, and pollution can almost redeem itself sometimes.

Recent rains have washed automotive blood into the curb, where it sits and stagnates, its skin cracking, a substance so dead you would never expect it to glimmer with such lively colors. Some stranger recently stood here and pondered and let nicotine kill him a little more, and when he was finished he left the last of the poison behind.

So we have a little dead lake in lovely marbled colors. Perhaps it feeds into the Styx, and perhaps that boat ride to the afterlife isn’t as dreary as we think.

I feel mesmerized and proud

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March 8, 2013 at 2:20 am

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Scape of the Day #1252

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I’ve never swum in open ocean, but the thought of it evokes both a sense of vertigo – of simply hanging there in space, a mile above the ground – and a solidarity with the entire planet. The waves that roll through you carry energy borne from the moon’s gravitational force, a kinetic cascade too broad to fit in your mind, and you can feel it and be a part of it.

A world of water seems a lovely place to live.

a fantastic voyage to parts unknown

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February 26, 2012 at 2:17 am

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Home of the Day #1233

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Pearce found this abandoned home between the big grains of sand yesterday, and had to put himself in reach of the tides to grab it.

Life is built up algorithmically, from very simple patterns, and it’s always lovely to see this expressed in such a clear way.

How strange it would be if a few decades from now, someone shined a light through my skull to take a picture.


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February 7, 2012 at 12:25 am

Crystal of the Day #1220

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I took the long route home today, carrying a grocery bag with two kinds of soap and two cans of soup on a walk along the water. The waves were lively and the surfers were flocking like sea lions, and I was mesmerized for the whole walk. When I reached a beach whose wet sands glowed in the setting sun, I had to go down and admire the light.

In the distance I saw an arch in the cliffs somewhat like at Natural Bridges, and I walked toward it thinking that I could cross under to reach home. Up close, though, I found it flooded and surrounded by damp boulders, and it transformed from a gateway into a beautiful scene.The sunset was in its most flavorful phase at that moment, and it looked as though the sky were held in a chunk of raw crystal growing out of the rock.

While I sat there photographing the spectacle (still clutching the grocery bag), the gravel behind me growled as a burly and bearded man jumped down from a boulder to inspect the scene. After he photographed the view, he turned to me and said “We’re lucky!” – and so we were. I had to photograph him there, too, because it’s a rare moment when you get to share a sight like that with a fellow photographer.

Take the scenic route, and enjoy your journey.

hot math

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January 25, 2012 at 12:55 am

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Bridge of the Day #1218

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A mildly rainy day seemed the perfect opportunity to go to the beach, where I’d be certain to see the world disappear into an anonymous haze where the gray sky and white waves melted together.

Natural Bridges was almost deserted; the only other human souls were a passing surfer and two dark shapes huddled in conversation. The tide was low and the waves were soft, and I had the whole mirrored beach to myself.

On the other side of the bridge, I found a crew of little while birds picking at food in the surf. When the waves came in the scampered away, matching their reflections step for step.

There is, somewhere, an old and reclusive civilization that grew to control the forces of Nature but never worked up the courage to leave home. Hoping to make contact with other cultures, they weaved their stories into the waves and sent them across the sea, curled like rolls of parchment. When these waves reach land, they break and the stories unfurl, written in sea-foam script; you can see these yourself any time you go to the water.

No one has ever deciphered the waves, though, and these innumerable stories may go unread forever.

he’s keeping busier as bitter storms

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January 23, 2012 at 12:54 am

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Experiment of the Day #1210

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It is so easy to put holes in the world, to build portals to strange places, and I really should have started working on this earlier. Anna and Patrick have very obligingly helped me with light experiments before, and today we found our thoughts filled with the sea.

There is more to be learned, and techniques must be refined, and a great deal of patience may be necessary, but I think I may find something interesting here. Don’t be surprised if similar photos come up soon.

you wasted life; why wouldn’t you waste the afterlife

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January 15, 2012 at 1:25 am