Thinking of a Place

Musings on memory, place and travel in the Anthropocene

Cathedral Peak, Tuolumne Meadows. Credit: Jon Sullivan.

I have known the heart of the sun,- / In the dark and light of a dry place, / In a flicker of fire brisked by a dusty wind. / I have heard, in a drip of leaves, / A slight song, / After the midnight cries.

— from “Journey to the Interior,” by Theodore Roethke