Hal to Yo I've never made it all the way through 2001 Space Odyssey, but the part I fall asleep to is Hal. I dream of empty landscapes that no feet have ever touched. Far across the sand and sky, there is a blip of hope, of human connection. Recently, I painted in the Nevada desert, and became attached to power lines. Among all the multicolored rocks, scraggly trees, and blinding reds, these manmade poles comforted me like my favorite fuzzy blanket. Is this unhealthy? Perhaps disrespectful to the landscape? Am I overthinking my source of beauty and comfort? Probably. Overthinking is me.

This blog has become a very fancy bookmark list. Well, actually I think I've seen fancier.