Category: Little Epiphanies

Today I gave away something that was very valuable to me. I gave away an illusion. It was an idea sprung from a long conversation with a friend Nick about community. It was one of those conversations that leave you both exhausted and frenetic at the end. Both of us are members of a men’s…

I stand on the cusp of the dawn. One day stands between me and the night. One day followed by a long night. I step into my one day, thrilled, embattled, twisting, ecstatic. As I am falling into it, tumbling awkwardly, arms flailing, I grab at things. I hold them for a while, but then…

Swallow. From the cliffs where the birds make their nests to the intimate scene in a hotel room full of colored lights, the word “swallow” makes its poetic appearance. From awkward dinner table scenes (“swallow your food”) to the heightened moment when one is waiting to find out who will: swallow. Words are artifice. Stare…

I hit an oil slick on a sharp downhill curve and my bike and I went careening across the road. My partner, who went down right behind me on the same slick on the same curve, fared worse: his helmet grew a deep crack and he lost his short-term memory for a while in the…

This photo was taken on Julio Mendes’s ranch in Cordoba, Argentina while shooting photos for a horse breeding magazine.

It is early morning. The hills are buried in a vast down comforter of muffling, white fog. Even as I watch, in no hurry to see the morning become day, I see the fog lifting against the hills, like a thermometer slowing rising. Once the ridge line is clear (and it is safe on those…

I am writing, acting, putting words to paper in order to exercise them, exorcize them, get them out. They reside within me but they must out. It is the never-ending breathless gush. I am learning that mastery of the little things leads to mastery of the big things. I have always tended to focus on…