On The Way

I watched The Secret Life Of Walter Mitty. I liked it—better than I thought I would. Ben Stiller didn't do his schtick, he played it pretty straight and the movie was less campy, more odd. Cool odd. I clicked in with the undercurrent of digital replacing analog and what that means for things like craft, timelessness, and the essence of moments. Like, is it all just disposable?

Apropos of that, and apropos of #selfies and clogged feeds and the constant scroll scroll scroll, I didn't take any pictures of my epic autumn hike yesterday. Wait, I did. The pic above of the view from the top. Views are views, but all the best stuff about walking in the nature can't be translated by your phone-camera anyway—stuff like the pine-sap scent, stuff like how safe you feel in the sunlit room created by a scrub-oak canopy, stuff like the way tough physical exertion leads to a transformation of the heart.