I always think part of my reason for needing to GO PLACES is my (humankind’s) existential search for water/moisture/rain/lakes/oceans/streams. This summer it seems to be raining in Albuquerque so why leave? But there are these big plans and train tickets and plane tickets and that amazing new backpack so guess I’ll go anyway. Meanwhile I’m very busy with the North Fourth ‘newsletter of a thousand pictures’ so there is no time to write profound things. Only to enjoy the evening downpour and morning walk in the leaf/earth/river-smelling, sunnily lit, freshly-washed bosque.