If you were in Cincinnati on Saturday morning, you couldn’t miss the fog. It was pervasive and thick. When I groggily stepped to the bathroom that a.m., I thought it had snowed— the light coming through the blinds was intensely filtered and white.

Like Southeast Asia, there’s just two basic seasons in Northern California: Dry and Wet. This perplexes a midwesterner like me who’s used to four distinct slices of the year. After a good run of warm days, the moisture started to creep in on this trip. Soon, the golden state would be turning green for a [...]

My friends put a Mud Flap Bubba on their car and with it kissed by the morning dew, I had to take a shot. With the humid morning fogging up the lens again it made the whole thing a bit dreamy. (This is one of the rare times when I didn’t fiddle with any part [...]

I close out each week working from home. This is my desk.

The view to the west from my living room in the wee hours of morning.