Flank Saved Me

It was 117 degree and I was in a tent. Don’t ask. I, like Flank, was at a place in life that looked bleak. Sometimes when we save something — it ends up saving us in the end.

Picture is taken by the Author

I was in the desert to write my contemplative photography book Beneath the Chatter: the wise self awaits when the radiator in my car exploded. I…