A field notebook of the night

the StarlitSky

Essays and photographs on time, mortality, and home — written between an Egypt I left and an Oregon I live in.

First light — a starlit night, June 2009
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"We are all, in some way, that bird — vulnerable, caught in moments we cannot fully understand, yet still here, blinking at the world."

— From "A Gentle Goodbye in the Forest"

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I needed somewhere to put these thoughts.

I started writing here because certain questions wouldn't leave me alone — about time, about death, about leaving home and finding another one.

These aren't essays with a point to prove. They're closer to journal entries I'd actually want to read again years from now.