Mountains, Moons, and Redwoods

the adventures and appreciations of Christine Tyler Hill
Hustled across the city during the golden hour to catch the sunset over the Pacific and made it just in time. Cheers.

Hustled across the city during the golden hour to catch the sunset over the Pacific and made it just in time. Cheers.

Smitten.

Smitten.

I sense the world might be more dreamlike, metaphorical, and poetic than we currently believe—but just as irrational as sympathetic magic when looked at in a typically scientific way. I wouldn’t be surprised if poetry—poetry in the broadest sense, in the sense of a world filled with metaphor, rhyme, and recurring patterns, shapes, and designs—is how the world works. The world isn’t logical, it’s a song.

—David Byrne, Bicycle Diaries

You guys, what am I doing with my life. I’m tweaking out. I only have two more seasons of Mad Men to keep my meltdown at bay.