Back from my camping trip! Dad was a chipper camper, and we had a lot of fun. I have about a trillion pictures of microbial mats, spouting geysers, landscapes landscapes landscapes, my parents, and Jackson Hole, WY. Here are a few highlights uploaded onto my mom's flickr (well, more than a few...).
Looking forward to coming home to my roomie family, adding Dan Kamen returned from South Africa, with Romain and Brandy and little kitty still close-by across the street. I'll be teaching science for my fellowship at Curley K-8 School, taking hoop/trapeze and aerial silks, classes, research, good times and autumn leaves.
In high school I learned that fall was the season of the tragedy archetype, the season of the fall from innocence in Genesis, when the dignity of man is backlit by his unfortunate circumstances. Spring is all about rebirth, Summer about romance, Autumn about tragedy, and Winter about satire and irony. But fall was always my favorite season, not because of the melancholia, but because of the colors. I never really understood the seasonality of literature anyway. I prefer the seasonality of temperate forests.
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