Visual Naturebook — page 4

expect the unexpected

When you hit dense fog-lightning storm-hail-sleet-snow in the span of a half hour and it stays: Welcome to camping in Wyoming at elevation. One dog whined and whimpered from the crack and booms.

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.

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.