A life of r(egrets)

A life of r(egrets)

I should be writing a paper on Strawson’s “Freedom and Resentment,” but my mind meanders into the Stanford arboretum.  Soaking in the first light of 7:03 a.m., golden rays seeping into the swimming ember-laden light, I met another. I was positioned next to the soft trunk of a towering redwood, angling the camera upwards towards the treetops, when I heard a voice in the near distance.  “Look over there!” I snapped my head backwards only to see a …