A small fence in a forgotten cemetery in rural Tennessee is a metaphor for the fences we love to build in our country and our society, and succeed not in keeping us safe, but in tearing us apart.

Calling for ideas of what people want to see and learn about in the next interactive, gigapixel panorama of Mount Everest.

Perfection is a utopian fallacy, and the path out of our current abyss resides in our ability to look in the mirror and make amends for what we see in the reflection.

In this time of trouble and division, my mind is fogged, the path unclear. The only clarity I have is that we need more love.