There are rainbows around the moon in Puerto Rico. There are many fences and gates and dogs. There is much diffuse golden light and soft coral sand. It is a place between places and I went there for my birthday last month with my man and a camera. I stayed up all night with cans of Medalla and bottles of Don Q and wonderful friends. When the sun came up, I ran into the ocean and celebrated my life and my love. There were no pictures of that, though. I’ve learned to respect the futility in shooting while trying to feel everything.