

I love eclipse season, how they come in twos or threes. On this day of total solar eclipse across Patagonia, I think back to three years ago when I was living on the road and I passed through the high desert region of Madras, Oregon. I camped out at the airport with thousands of other pilgrims. I was not prepared for how mind-blowing it is to witness such an event. I was not prepared photographically, either—no tripod, no planning, just snapping blindly and free-handedly. Mouth agape, hyper-ventilating a bit, taking in the weird, shadowy, midday light, feeling the rapid drop in temperature, listening to the quietening of the birds and the whooping and hollering of humans spread out for miles across the dusty, smoky terrain. There is magic in syzygy.
