Daughter of a couple of visionaries.
Granddaughter of two intrepid explorers; and of a Marine and an ice-skating model/socialite. Great-granddaughter of a Choctaw frontierwoman and a Texas Ranger.
Older sis, and younger sis (the best of both worlds). Aunt to their adorable children!
Naturalist, romantic, Texan, space nerd, pilot, experimental artist.
If I don’t see the beauty in the gray areas of life, who will?
I currently work with a bunch of passionate people at an incredible non-profit called Carbon Mapper.
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When I Heard the Learn’d Astronomer
BY WALT WHITMAN
When I heard the learn’d astronomer,
When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me,
When I was shown the charts and diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them,
When I sitting heard the astronomer where he lectured with much applause in the lecture-room,
How soon unaccountable I became tired and sick,
Till rising and gliding out I wander’d off by myself,
In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time,
Look’d up in perfect silence at the stars.