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πšƒπš‘πš’πšœ πš’πšœ 𝚊  𝚠 𝚘 πš— 𝚍 𝚎 πš› 𝚏 𝚞 πš•  𝚍𝚊𝚒. 𝙸 πš‘πšŠπšŸπšŽ πš—πšŽπšŸπšŽπš› πšœπšŽπšŽπš— πšπš‘πš’πšœ  𝚘 πš— 𝚎  πš‹πšŽπšπš˜πš›πšŽ.   #π™ΌπšŠπš’πšŠπ™°πš—πšπšŽπš•πš˜πšžβ ___Happy accident finding this ...
03/09/2022

πšƒπš‘πš’πšœ πš’πšœ 𝚊 𝚠 𝚘 πš— 𝚍 𝚎 πš› 𝚏 𝚞 πš• 𝚍𝚊𝚒. 𝙸 πš‘πšŠπšŸπšŽ πš—πšŽπšŸπšŽπš› πšœπšŽπšŽπš— πšπš‘πš’πšœ 𝚘 πš— 𝚎 πš‹πšŽπšπš˜πš›πšŽ. #π™ΌπšŠπš’πšŠπ™°πš—πšπšŽπš•πš˜πšžβ 
___Happy accident finding this abandoned military station at Devil's Slide near ⁠
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From Wikipedia: "Devil's Slide was the location of a military triangulation station and observation site used during World War II as part of the harbor defense of San Francisco. Prior to the advent of radar, military personnel used binoculars and compasses to search for ships at sea and relay their coordinates to a central post."⁠
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I love how this once defensive military outpost has been redecorated by rebellious young people and turned it into a piece of art. If only all instruments of war could be so transmuted by the young...

πšƒπš‘πšŽ πš–πš˜πš–πšŽπš—πš πš˜πš—πšŽ πšπš’πšŸπšŽπšœ πšŒπš•πš˜πšœπšŽ πšŠπšπšπšŽπš—πšπš’πš˜πš— 𝚝𝚘 πšŠπš—πš’πšπš‘πš’πš—πš, πšŽπšŸπšŽπš— 𝚊 πš‹πš•πšŠπšπšŽ 𝚘𝚏 πšπš›πšŠπšœπšœ, πš’πš πš‹πšŽπšŒπš˜πš–πšŽπšœ 𝚊 πš–πš’πšœπšπšŽπš›πš’πš˜πšžπšœ, πšŠπš πšŽπšœπš˜πš–πšŽ, πš’πš—πšπšŽπšœπšŒπš›πš’πš‹πšŠπš‹πš•πš’...
07/08/2021

πšƒπš‘πšŽ πš–πš˜πš–πšŽπš—πš πš˜πš—πšŽ πšπš’πšŸπšŽπšœ πšŒπš•πš˜πšœπšŽ πšŠπšπšπšŽπš—πšπš’πš˜πš— 𝚝𝚘 πšŠπš—πš’πšπš‘πš’πš—πš, πšŽπšŸπšŽπš— 𝚊 πš‹πš•πšŠπšπšŽ 𝚘𝚏 πšπš›πšŠπšœπšœ, πš’πš πš‹πšŽπšŒπš˜πš–πšŽπšœ 𝚊 πš–πš’πšœπšπšŽπš›πš’πš˜πšžπšœ, πšŠπš πšŽπšœπš˜πš–πšŽ, πš’πš—πšπšŽπšœπšŒπš›πš’πš‹πšŠπš‹πš•πš’ πš–πšŠπšπš—πš’πšπš’πšŒπšŽπš—πš πš πš˜πš›πš•πš πš’πš— πš’πšπšœπšŽπš•πš. #π™·πšŽπš—πš›πš’π™Όπš’πš•πš•πšŽπš›β 
___The thing about clouds that is most beautiful is how quickly they change, and how profound their shifting silhouettes shape the world below them, all the while being nothing but water v***r moving through space.⁠
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There is so much like that in life. Seemingly innocuous moments can have such a tremendous impact on us, even if we are unaware of how they shape situations we are in. It's only in hindsight when our perception is clear.⁠
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A dear music history professor of mine once described time as a person walking backward. The future behind them was completely unseeable, unknowable. The present was in their periphery, perceptible, but still quite unclear and slowly coming into focus. The recent past directly in front of them, the clearest to see, but receding quickly. And the distant past, which they can still see, but gets fuzzier as depth perception fails and it all blends together in a sort of flat, 2-dimensional tableau, a snapshot.⁠
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At the age of 9, I was diagnosed with myopia, meaning I am near-sighted. Perhaps that's why I've always strained to focus on distances I can't fathom, both the past and the future while disregarding the details of the present because they are visually clearer. I don't spend as much time focusing my attention there.⁠
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That is not to say that I never live in the moment, but that I am often preoccupied with the past and the future in a way that disrupts the now. Most people struggle with this. Entire religions are based on this fundamental failing of human perception. It is a form of control we seek, to change the unchangeable (the past) and to know the unknowable (the future). To capture a cloud rolling by.⁠
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It hasn't been all bad, though. My foresight has produced a lot of great things. And my introspection has protected me from making some mistakes more than once. But at what cost to the present moment?

π™»πš˜πš—πšŽπš•πš’πš—πšŽπšœπšœ πš’πšœ 𝚊 πšœπš’πšπš— 𝚒𝚘𝚞 πšŠπš›πšŽ πš’πš— πšπšŽπšœπš™πšŽπš›πšŠπšπšŽ πš—πšŽπšŽπš 𝚘𝚏 πš’πš˜πšžπš›πšœπšŽπš•πš.  #πšπšžπš™πš’π™ΊπšŠπšžπš›β β ___These are words, while true on some level, on...
06/27/2021

π™»πš˜πš—πšŽπš•πš’πš—πšŽπšœπšœ πš’πšœ 𝚊 πšœπš’πšπš— 𝚒𝚘𝚞 πšŠπš›πšŽ πš’πš— πšπšŽπšœπš™πšŽπš›πšŠπšπšŽ πš—πšŽπšŽπš 𝚘𝚏 πš’πš˜πšžπš›πšœπšŽπš•πš. #πšπšžπš™πš’π™ΊπšŠπšžπš›β β 
___These are words, while true on some level, only an introvert could say in earnest. ⁠⁠
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And while I do identify with the need for solitude and mental rest from the din of society, the desire for human connection is so innate in me, so deeply embedded into who I am, to deny it is to deny who I am.⁠⁠
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I think there's a romantic myth of the introvert permeating this world lately not because introverts are inherently more noble and deep, but because increasingly we are losing our ability to connect in real life. And it's easier to rebrand our collective cowardice as admirable rather than admit to a growing social problem. ⁠⁠
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Stuck behind a screen for the better part of a year and a half, I am sick of the cult of introversion and the notion that we are somehow stronger when we learn to "go it alone."⁠⁠
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Nah. Humans have never excelled on their own. Our whole survival is predicated on how well we can work together, and fail better through sharing experiences openly.⁠⁠
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I reject the notion that I am less strong because I reach out and show vulnerability and desire. I do not condone the logic that says if I tell you I need or want you, that I should be labeled as needy.⁠⁠
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So the next time you see an extrovert do something crazy or weird and fall flat on their face. Applaud them for being brave enough to try and move the needle of humanity forward rather than sit in quiet judgment or fear. ⁠⁠
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We are all moving forward at the rate at which those of us who choose to take risks do so openly and fearlessly.

πš†πšŽ 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚊 πšœπš‘πšŠπšπš˜πš  πš˜πš— πšœπš˜πš–πšŽπšπš‘πš’πš—πš πš πš‘πšŽπš›πšŽπšŸπšŽπš› 𝚠𝚎 πšœπšπšŠπš—πš, πšŠπš—πš πš’πš πš’πšœ πš—πš˜ 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 πš–πš˜πšŸπš’πš—πš πšπš›πš˜πš– πš™πš•πšŠπšŒπšŽ 𝚝𝚘 πš™πš•πšŠπšŒπšŽ 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚟𝚎 πšπš‘πš’πš—πšπšœ; πš‹πšŽπšŒπšŠπšžπšœπšŽ πšπš‘...
06/26/2021

πš†πšŽ 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚊 πšœπš‘πšŠπšπš˜πš  πš˜πš— πšœπš˜πš–πšŽπšπš‘πš’πš—πš πš πš‘πšŽπš›πšŽπšŸπšŽπš› 𝚠𝚎 πšœπšπšŠπš—πš, πšŠπš—πš πš’πš πš’πšœ πš—πš˜ 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 πš–πš˜πšŸπš’πš—πš πšπš›πš˜πš– πš™πš•πšŠπšŒπšŽ 𝚝𝚘 πš™πš•πšŠπšŒπšŽ 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚟𝚎 πšπš‘πš’πš—πšπšœ; πš‹πšŽπšŒπšŠπšžπšœπšŽ πšπš‘πšŽ πšœπš‘πšŠπšπš˜πš  πšŠπš•πš πšŠπš’πšœ πšπš˜πš•πš•πš˜πš πšœ. π™²πš‘πš˜πš˜πšœπšŽ 𝚊 πš™πš•πšŠπšŒπšŽ πš πš‘πšŽπš›πšŽ 𝚒𝚘𝚞 πš πš˜πš—'𝚝 𝚍𝚘 πš‘πšŠπš›πš– - 𝚒𝚎𝚜, πšŒπš‘πš˜πš˜πšœπšŽ 𝚊 πš™πš•πšŠπšŒπšŽ πš πš‘πšŽπš›πšŽ 𝚒𝚘𝚞 πš πš˜πš—'𝚝 𝚍𝚘 πšŸπšŽπš›πš’ πš–πšžπšŒπš‘ πš‘πšŠπš›πš–, πšŠπš—πš πšœπšπšŠπš—πš πš’πš— πš’πš πšπš˜πš› πšŠπš•πš• 𝚒𝚘𝚞 πšŠπš›πšŽ πš πš˜πš›πšπš‘, πšπšŠπšŒπš’πš—πš πšπš‘πšŽ πšœπšžπš—πšœπš‘πš’πš—πšŽ. #π™΄π™Όπ™΅πš˜πš›πšœπšπšŽπš›β β 
___Met this sweet angel on a recent visit to the Marin Headlands. She(?) was very unbothered but clearly on a mission, nose aloft in the breeze, eyes narrowing on the horizon, staring quizzically at me when I craned my body out of the car to take her picture.⁠⁠
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Coyotes are pack animals but they travel and hunt alone or in pairs, and some are solitary looking for a new pack or striking out to claim new territory. They can cover up to 60 square miles on their own. This one was tagged on both ears, so I suspect she's rather used to people. She did approach me sniffing, probably hoping for some snack (there are many signs forbidding the feeding of coyotes).⁠⁠
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A truly elegant creature, even if she was rough around the eyes and a little scraggly in the ribs but held a stance of formidable confidence and calm.

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