January 2011
36 posts
“When happy I go alone into the mountains.
Only I understand this joy.
I walk...”
– Wang Wei
Reading Rainbow
The rains came in the middle of night, persistant and unyielding. They awoke me from my slumber while the sky was still at it’s darkest shade of blue & the hens were still roosting in their coop. This, the rain, always means a few things; keeping a towel by the door for drying off Mahkah, leaving for anywhere twenty minutes early, to give way for delay by fallen tree or debris, adjusting...
annie dillard
“There is always the temptation in life to diddle around making itsy-bitsy friends and meals and journeys for years on end. It is all so self conscience, so apparently moral…But I won’t have it. The world is wilder than that in all directions, more dangerous…more extravagant and bright. We are raising tomatoes when we should be raising Cain, or Lazarus.”
8:21pm
Pearl was sitting on the eggs & she clucked & cackled at me with tail feathers raised in defiance. She wouldn’t move. Thelma & Abigail looked on in stark amazement as I moved her around, they were all three glowing in the red of the heat lamp lighting the coop. Under Pearl’s warm belly I uncovered three eggs, gripped them softly yet firmly in my hand & slipped them out...
“I’m saying that when there’s a forest fire, don’t resist that kind of...”
– Pema Chodron (via singingbowls)
My 2011 theme song.
Neko Case, I’m An...
“You stop to point at the moon in the sky,
but the finger’s blind unless the...”
– Ryokan (via singingbowls)
From my house I can see the moon, & jupiter too!
Things are falling into place & the world feels expansive in a way I’ve never known. My atmosphere is revealing, healing, inspring, tiring, and so much more.
It’s been over a month & my camera has spent most its time hanging out on the shelf, due mostly to my inability to process these new surroundings through eyes & a lens simultaneously. I needed to fall into sync here...
Languid Libretto
I turned to myself and I asked myself, I said, “self?”
And then I turned to myself and I answered myself, I said “what?”
I said, “I can’t love you any better than this, no. No better than women livin’ in the bush.”
“I can’t love you better than this, I can’t give you more than I got, walk alongside the road, maybe yes, maybe not....
Vivian Maier →
THIS WAS CREATED IN DEDICATION TO THE PHOTOGRAPHER VIVIAN MAIER, A STREET PHOTOGRAPHER FROM THE 1950S - 1990S. VIVIAN’S WORK WAS DISCOVERED AT AN AUCTION HERE IN CHICAGO WHERE SHE RESIDED MOST OF HER LIFE. HER DISCOVERED WORK INCLUDES OVER 100,000 MOSTLY MEDIUM FORMAT NEGATIVES, THOUSANDS OF PRINTS, AND A TON OF UNDEVELOPED ROLLS OF FILM. I HAVE APPROXIMATELY 90-95% OF THE WORK.
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“I have lived on the lip of insanity
Wanting to know reasons
Knocking on a...”
–
Rumi
i pick a moon dog
the first album i listened to in the new year was the beatles, let it be. i picked it with fluidity & without conscious thought. i sat & rocked & sang “we’re on our way home.” everything was beautiful & there was no countdown. midnight announced itself with the sound of illegal fireworks being shot off from patios around the valley & we looked at one another...