For what are you working? What will be the sum total of your career?

Sometimes it’s hard to go to street level.

Alone in a city, with an evening to myself, I am wandering.

When I finally notice the old man, he is looming over me with his arms raised over his head.

Ralph Waldo Emerson once called enthusiasm, “leaping lightning.”

In my dinner with a new colleague, Kim, we have just reached a major turning point.

It’s Monday morning, and at 8:18, I am cresting a mountain range.

It is Sunday morning and my soul is, once again, soaring on the intricacies of the music of Bach.

As I step outside to photograph the snow that is quickly building on the grass, I decide to get as close as the camera will let me.

Every year, I am always taken by surprise by the first sign of life in the garden.

Two seats over from me in a crowded airport gate, a young teen bends over his sketchbook. I decide we should talk.

Only minutes remain before I am to start scribing an event in Hollywood (sigh: Florida) and I am staring into the huge eyes of a robot.