The plane flew over Eagle River on the way out of town. It's easy to forget sometimes that just moments away from where I live is a dramatic wildness. The mountain ranges go on and on - dramatic and craggy things that slope down into bowls of gathered wind-swept snow that are so untouched that I become aware of my inhale. On the flight down I sat next to the man who built the house next door to us. I love our little town.
I decided to hang out in downtown Phoenix for two nights before heading to hang with my parents.
I like how this year has started out. I am more at ease, less worried than I have been in the past. I'm excited for what lies ahead and grateful to be able to take a trip like this - hotel, museum, rental car, botanical garden, family, food. I have nowhere to be and just those to do for the next week.
I decided to hang out in downtown Phoenix for two nights before heading to hang with my parents.
I like how this year has started out. I am more at ease, less worried than I have been in the past. I'm excited for what lies ahead and grateful to be able to take a trip like this - hotel, museum, rental car, botanical garden, family, food. I have nowhere to be and just those to do for the next week.
Phoenix
At the Songbird Coffee & Tea, the morning is buzzing with bird song, construction noise, and the quiet affirmations of two people in love sitting a few seats away. This old brick and wood house has a door that yawns the sound of nostalgia. Who lived here in 1904 when the sawdust was swept from the floors of this new home? What dreams were told to these walls, I wonder. What if our house will be a groovy coffee shop in 2118? I hope dogs are allowed to sit with you in the dirt yard under a tree. It's weird to think that our house, so contemporary, so adored - might one day be a place where strangers drag their feet across the floors to the back room where a cashier makes coffee and tea and keeps cold cream in a short refrigerator where the dresser once stood.
A gust of traffic flows by. The morning air is just a cool enough that I urge the sun to hurry its bend around the 8 story apartment building across the street - where a construction crane looms over, making a promise that the rising sun will shine through these old glass windows for the last time here soon.
A gust of traffic flows by. The morning air is just a cool enough that I urge the sun to hurry its bend around the 8 story apartment building across the street - where a construction crane looms over, making a promise that the rising sun will shine through these old glass windows for the last time here soon.
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I made sure to get to the Desert Botanical Garden before sunset. The golden light was a dream and maybe it was the Ansel Adam’s exhibit from the museum earlier, but I loved the drama of the monochromatic treatment of some of these shots:
