there is something fascinating about watching deaf people communicate the way they gesticulate and paint stories in the air using a language that is at once familiar yet foreign to me and theirs alone to own.

also was looking through old holiday photos and came across this one of the lower ranges of mount fuji when we went to japan in 2008. for some reason the sky was breathtakingly red for about half an hour or so as we sat in the hotel lobby having our breakfast in silence and just as surreptitiously as the red appeared it bled away from the mountain ranges and it felt as though something secret and beautiful was slipping from me then