I step outside with a glass of wine and watch the illuminated texture of thin clouds passing in front of the crescent moon. It looks like a time lapse. The air is cool and marine. I was thinking the other day how in my adult life I’ve never lived very far from a body of water large enough to be visibly tidal. Chicago, San Francisco, New York, now Seattle; even the Potomac River is tidal where it passed through DC. It’s after 10pm but it’s only just got dark. I should be in bed but I want to freeze this moment so I mount my camera on a tripod and ‘click, click’ away. I don’t know why I can’t just look and let go.