Menagerie Wilderness in the morning.
Bookstore in the afternoon.
Camping in the evening.
When Sunday Is Enough
A winter road in the PNW.
I run, no matter the weather. Snow crunches beneath me, and my breath rises in steady clouds that hover in my face. The cold doesn’t deter me; it sharpens. Each mile carves space in my mind, like footprints marking the path forward.
The afternoon arrives slowly, settling like snowfall or deep rain. A hot cup of tea in hand, I watch the world outside shift from day to dusk. Sunday, in all its simple rituals, feels like enough.
training in a dreamscape
New snow. Blue hour. Vibrant feelings.
walking in new snow
keeping it simple
“Run regularly. Not too fast. Mostly trails. ”
building endurance
heading outside to play
Target a horizon point and run to it. However long it takes.
the metrics of joy-awe-elation
Out from my archives and into the world as is. I’ll dispel the myth: its sunlight coming through a window.
After a long run followed by a long airplane ride while listening to Rick Rubin, he said that joy-awe-elation are the metrics for forward motion on an idea or project. Works for me, in a data-driven culture.
never starting from nothing
What is an image?
“…the ability to stay in motion, to be pulled by something, to follow it, and stay behind it…”
-Lynda Barry, What It Is
Trail “rike” (run-hike) fueled by day packs. 2024.