In the desert, it isn’t sounds that you awake to like it is back east. In the forest, the birds are your alarm, chirping and twittering increasingly until the rest of us creatures stretch, bleary-eyed, but upright. In the city, it is others that wake you, shuffling and moving, the slow close of early morning car […]
On the final Saturday of the Balloon Fiesta, I got up at the ungodly hour of 3a to make strong coffee, stare groggily into the mirror for ten minutes before realizing I was, in fact, awake, and throw on layer after layer of warm clothes in order to go out into the cold, wet pre-dawn […]
The first weekend of Balloon Fiesta, I went up Sandia Crest in the freezing dawn to photograph the balloons lighting up almost a mile below. As the sunrise spread up over the mountain, the darkness and shadow of the peak slowly receded, lighting up first the edge of the city and then the balloons. In […]
. . . over my head in the morning window.” (Sunrise on Thursday. I didn’t think it would be so enigmatic because when I first looked out the east windows, everything was cloudy, grey, and speechless. And then it spoke! . . . And that little school is St. Joseph’s, where I work and where […]
At the end of September, a bunch of my cousins and my sister and I got together in Corolla, North Carolina to relive the old Outer Banks vacations of our childhood. We rented a house two blocks from the beach, awoke for the sunrise, played in the waves, and laid in the sand every day, […]
