Dylan Tweney

the shadow moves gently across the engine and I realize the plane is rocking very slightly as the captain’s hands on the controls — or perhaps it is the autopilot so it is the hands of the engineers who typed the code — are just barely rocking the plane  and all of us within it […]

I suppose it’s time to give my readers fair warning: After 19 years this blog, and the Tinyletter based upon it, have moved in a more eclectic direction. If you want to unfollow me now, I won’t take it personally. But I’d love it if you stayed along for the ride.

One Saturday in July I went to B Street Books with the 11-year-old to hear the author John Muir Laws talk about his field guide to Sierra Nevada wildlife and his approach to keeping a nature journal.

New desk garden in an old dish, courtesy of @urbanbotanica_sf . Can you spot the wizard and his dog? https://www.instagram.com/p/BpW9SVvlDl0/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=lpyo8faxped7

poem-today: The Flea Mark but this flea, and mark in this,   How little that which thou deniest me is;   It sucked me first, and now sucks thee,And in this flea our two bloods mingled be;   Thou know’st that this cannot be saidA sin, nor shame, nor loss of maidenhead,    Yet this […]

“The act of sitting down is an act of revolution.” –Thich Nhat Hanh

morning fog I turn on the office espresso machine https://www.instagram.com/p/BpID6mxFECQ/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1qftjp9e0d7cl

Brooklyn, October 2018

I think my smile kind of ruins the goth effect here tbh https://www.instagram.com/p/BoxhI8VF2je/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=faqe9bjrrch

Brooklyn morning the sound of a rooftop playground far below https://www.instagram.com/p/BowjpnkFzWR/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=16elyaabyqeck

I was on the third leg of the Dolphin Club’s Escape From Alcatraz Triathlon, and so far that morning I’d already swum from Alcatraz to Aquatic Park (58 minutes), bike to Mill Valley (about an hour), and run as far as Muir Woods. I figured I needed to conserve energy and take the fastest route.

into the wind :: the egret’s compact shoulders