A week in Death Valley, chainsaw margaritas, and a herd of space artists.
On the gray skies of January, art shows, and stalking the muse.
On renaming this newsletter, the beauty of geomorphology, and holiday blahs.
Also, what I'm working on.
Also, Danielle is sleepy at midnight and had no business emailing you. I'm sorry.
With apologies to René Magritte.
