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ted cruz dropped out of the presidential race so he can focus more on his career as the zodiac killer

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sticky and golden

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Louis Eilshemius (1864-1941), The moon over Manhattan rooftops, 1909.

oil on board, 22¼ x 28¼ in.

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Low fog through Yosemite Valley and bright stars created this amazing moment at Yosemite National Park in California. Toby Harriman snapped this photo from the park’s Tunnel View. His favorite part of the photo: The climber’s headlamp that is visible mid way up El Capitan on the left. Photo courtesy of Toby Harriman.

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Our family trip to Colorado. My favorite things on earth. One of my dogs, hiking, & mountains.

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sometimes rain make me sleepy and sometimes it makes me sad but really most of the time it makes really want to hear that first clap of thunder. not too loud not too quiet just abrupt enough to create a perfect break in the rain, it just feels good

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Oh, Ladycakes

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I remember days of it. Weeks of it. A never-ending backdrop of waterfalls, tumbling and churning off steep cliffs into valleys of wildflowers, brilliant and intertwined and blooming, lining the banks of tumbling creeks of clear water; and the herds of wild horses, their white manes tangled and rumps dusty from the sun-bleached mud, as they dipped their muzzles into the cool streams. The sensation of taking off a backpack after another 7-hour day; feet aching, bones aching, hips bruised and bleeding, but an ethereal joy in it all, of weeks of carrying the weight of all that’s needed on my back. Nights that tasted of cheesy tuna pasta cooked over an open fire, and lukewarm hot chocolate dipped with a coca leaf, as we ate it with a kind of hunger we’d never felt before. We ended each day laying in bundles of hats and scarves and thick sleeping bags, crooked and piled on each other in one tent, all so we could close our eyes and listen to Phoebe read The Alchemist; her voice just barely audible over the sounds of snow and sharp Andean wind billowing against the nylon walls of the tent. And sometimes, the stars, phenomenally scattered above the 20,000 foot horizon, as if only on display for us. Their reflections against turquoise lakes, rimmed with crumbling ancient stone walls. How nothing in the world tasted quite as delicious as glacial runoff, sipped from the palms of cupped, calloused hands.

I remember one meadow in particular, that we reached after an 11 hour climb. It was blanketed in a surreal landscape of brilliant yellow flowers, that seemed to roll all the way to slopes that rose steeply upwards towards the icy faces of the highest peaks in the world; their glaciers looming with a sort of dignity and power in that mauve alpenglow. I dropped my backpack and collapsed on it, exhausted, staring at the massifs before me. Helen brought us cups of tea, and we sat together, sipping quietly, looking up. Wild horses trotted towards our tents and sniffed our backpacks patiently, curious about the meadow’s new inhabitants. 

That was all we knew, for weeks on end, high in Andes. So it goes.

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Dilworth Park in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania - Kieran Timberlake

A historic nexus of transportation, Philadelphia’s City Hall is the only place in the city where all the various forms of public transit—including subway, regional rail, and trolley lines—come together. However, connections between the transit systems at this important hub were incoherent or nonexistent with the previous design. The concourse was dark, uninviting, and exposed to the elements. The area above ground, formerly known as Dilworth Plaza, consisted of a large sunken court with a series of walls and stairs that acted as barriers to pedestrians in the approach to the concourse. Dilworth Park presented an opportunity to delve into the complex history of a significant public space, under continual change and evolution, in one of the country’s oldest cities. In the tradition of the other town squares conceived by William Penn in his plan for Philadelphia, the renovation of Dilworth Park restores its stature as a place of great civic engagement, while bringing the urban infrastructure of its transportation network into the modern day.

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