January in Sonoma:



Setting up the tent:



This kite is great -- at turning itself into an unflyable knot



The rosy light of 5:13 p.m. 



5:16 p.m.



5:21 p.m.



Day two

One minute she was helping me cook. The next minute, the conversation unbroken, her voice came from above.



Camping in a micro-micro-climate -- the soft sand of the beach fifteen steps to the west, an unscalable bluff fifteen steps to the east.

































First "Mad Libs'" -- a day I've yearned for. Adjectives, adverbs and "something gross" -- all down pat.



5:18 p.m.



5:22 p.m.



5:34 p.m.



5:39 p.m. -- the last color leaks out of the sky before 14 hours of darkness



6:18 p.m. -- You never know what's going to crawl out of the ocean. Forging a flaming sword, just in case.



Hold still, dear, this is a half-second exposure:



Day three:









5:11 p.m.



5:13 p.m.



After a bathroom break ... 5:28 p.m.



5:29 p.m.

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