Tag: El Chaltén

The caps of snow, the crowns of ice, they look like the folds of noren curtains to me. The harsh cobalt mountains like a deep blue sea. Everything is inverted, a memory of other memories. We are flying over the Southern Patagonian Ice Field. We … Continue readingClouds

I flip the red bookmark from between the pages of my journal. Time to write. I am not at my desk at home. I am not facing the balcony, the large palm fronds shuddering in the garden below. I have not brewed a pot of … Continue readingEnough