warm bacon for the soul

My wanderlust surfaces every now and then to show off its total disregard for sanity. At least now I can say that I have an entire family upon whom I can inflict my road trips, proving that one's own seriously compromised judgement isn't much fun unless its effect can be seen on others. Driving across America isn't as difficult as it might seem, however. True, the long and winding road messes with one's equilibrium, but the elongated sunsets borne out of traveling west revealed contours of a land I had only previously imagined. I wasn't prepared for such rapid shape shifting. With every change of altitude and time zone, the same sky met a different landscape. With our road trip to the Fire Lookout Tower in Calpine, California behind us, I have a wealth of images recorded, albeit not with a camera. No longer a simple destination, the West is an experience.

YouTube video of my son describing my switch to VMware Fusion . I think they are often referred to as “old souls”, or identified as people with a fully developed understanding of the world. Whether it’s instinct or some kind of genetic memory, people are born complete with observational powers, the ability to manipulate, the capacity to love and more. We add experience and refinement as we grow older, but I think we’re born with nearly everything we need fully cooked in. Some children exhibit it more than others, and my son is one of those people. Myles is captivating –– he has more charm in his little finger than I have in my whole body. This relationship was nowhere on my radar four years ago, but now, I can’t imagine a life without him.

Winter trees are as souls laid bare, austere in repose, to the wick’d winds betrothed they huddle, resolute, and gawk at each others nakedness.

I think that I shall never see a greater source of agony than my computer, oh so smug, sometimes I’d like to pull its plug.

I’m still testing what I can do with my blog, so I thought I’d try adding a picture of my son, Myles. Myles at 8 months old.