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Lean of the Day #2607

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Lean of the Day #2607

I’ve been preoccupied with a self-portrait challenge today, so the photos without my face in them were sparse. I am always fond of the sleepier skies, though, and the way things will lean into them as evening comes.

Perhaps someday I will abolish the self-portrait rule, but not yet. The idea, I think, is to look outward with my photos, and inward with my writing.

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November 11, 2015 at 10:32 pm

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Pink of the Day #2580

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Pink of the Day #2580

The air was finally October-flavored this evening, with hints of smoke and rain and decaying leaves. I kept wanting to stop and find something to photograph, but felt I had to keep moving because my groceries were thawing and Laurel was waiting at home and there was just oh so much to do.

When I cleared the park I found that the sky was colored sweetly, the sun a slice of butter melting on the horizon. A girl standing at the crosswalk had taken out her phone to capture the moment, even though cameras never get it right, and I felt that I should have been doing the same.

As I kept walking, most of that delicious sky was hidden by the neighborhood. I noticed a good climbing tree, considered climbing it to get a better view of the color, and decided that I didn’t have time.

But if I cannot spare a few seconds on the way home to climb a tree I have taken my life in the wrong direction, so I realized my error and went back to see the sky. It was lovely, of course, and my camera couldn’t quite appreciate it, of course, but all the same it was worth it to put my palms against crumbling bark again.

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October 15, 2015 at 11:53 pm

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Ufo of the Day #2550

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Ufo of the Day #2550

Laurel saw the UFO hung up at the top of that pole there and thought I ought to name today’s post after it.

Summer skies are often either sheer blue or full of mugs, with clouds either absent or formless. With the shifting season we’re getting more flavorful skies again, great fleets of cloud-ships and the diffracted rifts they fly through.

Today was the first time in a while I’ve stayed at work longer than usual, so I arrived back in Berkeley to find the cars all taking their twilight naps. That sleepy setting is the perfect arrival time – it splits the day into different chapters, and the evening is open for another story.

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September 15, 2015 at 10:41 pm

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Bottle of the Day #2433

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Bottle of the Day #2433

We took a long lunch today to commemorate Xiao’s transferring from another team to ours – something like the workplace equivalent of a marriage feast. On the way there I kept staring up at the buildings, wondering at the personalities their architecture conveyed.

The facades of these skyscrapers are all just masks, of course – the lives inside are hidden completely from the street.

The entrance to the restaurant was plain and innocuous; we were met by a welcome desk, who pointed us to an elevator, and the eight of us stepped into a dark box to be carried up to the next floor. The air of both floors was heavy with incense, and we left the sounds and smells of the street behind when we walked to our tables.

Inside I felt like we were standing in a bottle, or a starship in interstellar space. The walls and ceiling were black, and broad ribbons of blue light lined the front desk and bar. Fish-scale bars lined the windows, and outside, down below, the world was still carrying on its busy city life, silent to us.

Each of these skyscrapers is full of microcosms – it feels so different being on either side of the glass.

nyatiti

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May 21, 2015 at 10:53 pm

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Scape of the Day #2291

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Scape of the Day #2291

San Diego was growing a gloomy sky as we prepared to leave, a thick layer of gray rather uncharacteristic of the city. I was looking forward to the flight; flying on cloudy days means leaping into a blinding veil of white, then breaking out into sunlight completely hidden from the people below. The view from there is an endless cloudscape, fantastical cotton shapes that play with the eye in strange ways.

We’re back home now and the weather is, compared to San Diego, bitingly cold – but California’s climate never grows very sharp teeth.

It was lovely seeing Laurel’s family again. Time to rest, now.

star light zone

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December 31, 2014 at 12:42 am

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Tangle of the Day #2256

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Tangle of the Day #2256

Fall here is always so mild. I am told that California doesn’t really get Fall, that the real autumnal fireworks are elsewhere in the country, but I do like the shows I get in Berkeley. Many trees don’t seem to notice the season at all, or they take it so slowly that their leaves don’t fall until the start of Spring; others, like this, leap into Winter wholeheartedly, and their silhouettes get tangled with the power lines for long months at a time.

I like the gingko trees, who wear their soft scales in a delicate yellow.

If I were to live elsewhere for a while – maybe someplace like Boston, where the seasons change so drastically – would California’s Autumn become too subtle for me to notice?

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November 26, 2014 at 12:44 am

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Chill of the Day #2081

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Chill of the Day #2081

The heat continues to ebb and flow. This morning I woke and saw the tree outside my window rattle as a squirrel or a stranger plucked an apricot, and the scene through the blinds was cool and grey. Some time later, the leaves were a vivid green and the fruit answered in orange, both lively in the sun, and I walked to work in that same air. As I returned home, the sky was heavy again and the street was chilly, but toward the sea a white-hot wire still cut out a glowing streak.

Warm days are lovely for so many things, but these gasps of cold air are still so good for me.

what is gathered will disperse

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June 3, 2014 at 11:43 pm

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