Driving in last night from the Davis Mountains, this was the view followed by an infinite blanket of moon-free stars. Followed by a very quick camp set-up so I could catch the evening's art offering: a 1968 silent B&W film at the Crowley Theater accompanied by a live harpist and synthesizerist. Sublime. Then I slept 12 hours, woke up, and ate tacos.
May your new year be filled with all your favorite kinds of blessings.