Jul 5, 2013
I’m sitting on my very early morning train out of Washington, DC, first to Philadelphia, and eventually to Atlantic City. It’s my first train trip since the time I took the train with my Uncle Dave out to his old place in Glenwood Springs–I...
Apr 1, 2013
White ghostlights and black shadows. Smells everywhere—wood smoke and poverty and fresh paint and fuchsia flowers. Riding in the back of the cattle truck feels like flying. Sunrise is sudden, but dusk lingers. Cumulus clouds that sit on the mountains like snow. A...
