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In other, finer news today, meltwater trickling under ice in the high desert, sound on to hear the commentary.

A couple years ago when I was in Lithuania, the blue and yellow Ukrainian flag was flying all over the country. Ukraine is the firewall for the Baltic nations, so you can see why the flags were up: solidarity. Pic from last week at a protest in Utah: Ukraine should be showing up everywhere.

Standing at the gates of Zion.

Timekeeper, elk and snow.

We are experiencing what is called an extinction event. This is a foundational shaking that haphazardly pulls pillars of support. It impacts all living things regardless of color or creed. Red state, blue state, doesn’t matter. Fight it by flourishing and by being involved.

Gulf of Mexico on this sunny afternoon. The name first appeared on maps 475 years ago. In a country as freshly minted as ours, it’s a name that has lasted, carrying the imagination into the cup of the Yucatán, an arc of deep tropics that holds history in its hand.

A day that became hard to tell up from down, southern Florida.

This morning’s sunrise, Sea of Cortez, not a building, boat, or trail of a plane in sight. Just for a moment, tabula rasa. What would you do with a first breath?

It remembers an older sea.

Then there comes a day when you’re just about sick of yourself and you crawl out of your too tight skin hoping that this time you’ll be a raven or a sea turtle and you realize, again, this is exactly the animal you are.

Shovel like it means something.

Some days you’re looking for the way and it’s just a wild mess.

While walking through desert canyons, I took a rest in shade beneath a gallery of ancient images painted on the rock. In my boulder shade, I looked down and saw this woven coil, I'm guessing a thousand years old if not more. It remains where it was found.

It's said nature has no straight lines -- far from true -- while circles abound: planets, suns, bubbles, and hollows where life emerges as if out of a myth.

Circles and shields, planets spinning around each other, ancient signs saying You Are Here.

Lichen supernova.

Quick stop in Denver tonight, finding what wild there is.

The slush pile of L.Powell at its lowest level in almost 60 years, back ends of canyons breathing once again.

In situ.

The planet is alive; we and everything here on the surface are its flesh.

Sacred geometry of carrion.