Fleeting Reflections: Access, Obsession, and the Discipline of Patience
The only reason I’ve been able to listen so closely is because the place is accessible to me. I can get there. I can walk it. I can return. I don’t need a flight, a permit, a week off, or a 4 a.m. hike. I can go when I have 40 minutes. I can go when the light is “bad” by conventional standards. I can go when it’s raining and the surface of the water turns to hammered metal.
