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superposition theory

22pagespdx@gmail.com (22pages photography) — Tue, 23 Apr 2013 04:25:04 GMT

BAM!

warm light

22pagespdx@gmail.com (22pages photography) — Thu, 24 Jan 2013 04:33:55 GMT

Warm tones on a cold day - not easily achieved. I doubt very many people notice. Exquisite natural light for me is like walking into a bakery, overwhelming my senses. I could wander in a day with such light throughout it's duration and often try to get away with such wandering whenever possible. I can tell you the times of year that these days are likely to occur, however, they often are surprising when they appear and I appreciate the unexpected occurrence. Photo of a birch tree branch - taken in November, Washington.

tree medicine

22pagespdx@gmail.com (22pages photography) — Sat, 19 Jan 2013 06:17:10 GMT

A few years ago I experienced a spiritual bodywork treatment, which stands out as being one of the most unique massage sessions I've received. I'm keeping fingers crossed that it wasn't the last unique experience I receive in the realm of holistic medicine, however, I can't imagine that happening soon as I can't seem to find time for a traditional western massage. The spiritual treatment/massage I received was from a woman who is based among a small sector of women who study under a wing of medicine of the Mayan tradition. Their training is dedicated to keeping with the techniques that been passed down from tribe to tribe, indigenous to Belize - the last practicing form of Mayan medicine that has a school of training, available to nurses, massage therapists, and various holistic practitioners.

There was a conversation at the end of the treatment, when the healer spoke in a steady stream of english/spanish dialogue/prayer, that was so unique I tried to pay close attention to her in order to understand what she was saying - or who she was talking to for that matter. I did not gather enough information to make any sense of what she had said, which is why I so much appreciated her taking my hand as I was leaving to share with me, in perfect elegant English, that I needed to be outside with the trees more often. She said all of us do, we need to go to the trees and let them take the thoughts we no longer need, the feelings we can no longer take, and the memories we should no longer carry ourselves. She said trees are here to collect what we don't need. They breathe what we discard, that is why they are here.

letters

22pagespdx@gmail.com (22pages photography) — Thu, 17 Jan 2013 06:58:10 GMT

I recently finished reading a book of letters compiled from friends and family of Kurt Vonnegut edited by Dan Wakefield. It offers the same glimpses of Vonnegut's personality that people recognize easily; his elegant way of stating simple ideas that often proceeds or follows a sometimes lesser polished way of describing a concept that a person may identify with wholeheartedly, however, not having the capacity to articulate as a coherent thought. It's a charming book and it is a good reminder of the success a person can meet amongst a lifetime of rejection, fame, and criticism. It inspires me to have a beautiful attitude as I think having a good attitude can be a lot of pressure, it doesn't allow for the rare occasion when a bad attitude is needed.

There are a lot of favorite sentences I've uncovered and I am sure when I read it again, I will find more. This post script from a letter to his daughter sent me over the moon.

P.S. The last time I saw you, you were certainly one of the nicest people I had ever seen. Now I hear that you are learning to dance. That makes you just about perfect.

Letter from Kurt Vonnegut to his Daughter Nanette Vonnegut, 1965

dark art

22pagespdx@gmail.com (22pages photography) — Thu, 10 Jan 2013 06:12:54 GMT

This evening, after dinner, we each drew a mysterious image with captions intentionally leaving a potential reader/viewer as bewildered as they could possibly be.

"it was a very dark night. because the day was no longer out. but, it would maybe come out tomorrow. if the dark ever left." -paraphrase

Wind, Sand, & Stars

22pagespdx@gmail.com (22pages photography) — Thu, 10 Jan 2013 05:56:17 GMT

“The first stars tremble as if shimmering in green water. Hours must pass before their glimmer hardens into the frozen glitter of diamonds. I shall have a long wait before I witness the soundless frolic of the shooting stars. In the profound darkness of certain nights I have seen the sky streaked with so many trailing sparks that it seemed to me a great gale must be blowing through the outer heavens. ”

― Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, Wind, Sand, and Stars

my favorite last paragraph

22pagespdx@gmail.com (22pages photography) — Tue, 01 Jan 2013 01:50:08 GMT

Once there were brook trout in the streams in the mountains. You could see them standing in the amber current where the white edges of their fins wimpled softly in the flow. They smelled of moss in your hand. Polished and muscular and torsional. On their backs were vermiculate patterns that were maps of the world in its becoming. Maps and mazes. Of a thing which could not be put back. Not be made right again. In the deep glens where they lived all things were older than man and they hummed of mystery.

from The Road by Cormac Mccarthy

The Peace of Wild Things

22pagespdx@gmail.com (22pages photography) — Sun, 30 Dec 2012 04:03:28 GMT

When despair for the world grows in me

and I wake in the night at the least sound

in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,

I go and lie down where the wood drake

rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.

I come into the peace of wild things

who do not tax their lives with forethought

of grief. I come into the presence of still water.

And I feel above me the day-blind stars

waiting with their light. For a time

I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

By Wendell Berry

family portraits

22pagespdx@gmail.com (22pages photography) — Fri, 07 Dec 2012 04:25:38 GMT

so just look at them and sigh... and know they love you. - graham nash

love notes

22pagespdx@gmail.com (22pages photography) — Wed, 05 Sep 2012 07:45:03 GMT

lunch notes (first day of school)

fossils

22pagespdx@gmail.com (22pages photography) — Sat, 01 Sep 2012 20:37:10 GMT

apis & palmoxylon

ink on petrified palm wood. fossil is an extinct genus found along the gulf coast. fossil record indicates apis has been around for about 56 million years.

chanticleer point

22pagespdx@gmail.com (22pages photography) — Sat, 01 Sep 2012 05:00:00 GMT

Crown Point view from Chanticleer Point, Oregon. This is a promontory viewpoint along the Columbia River Gorge where parents go to force their kids to look at something far away and find it fascinating or have their ipad taken away.

the secret garden

22pagespdx@gmail.com (22pages photography) — Thu, 30 Aug 2012 17:49:06 GMT

“As she came closer to him she noticed that there was a clean fresh scent of heather and grass and leaves about him, almost as if he were made of them. She liked it very much and when she looked into his funny face with the red cheeks and round blue eyes she forgot that she had felt shy.”

― Frances Hodgson Burnett, The Secret Garden

the longest day

22pagespdx@gmail.com (22pages photography) — Wed, 20 Jun 2012 21:08:15 GMT

today the sun will appear to stand still as it hovers at it’s highest point as seen from the northern hemisphere.

and from this place, the sun will formally introduce summer. this introduction comes with a gentle reminder that these longer days will not last forever and from this place, minute by minute, the days will slowly wane until they are no longer apparent. then, as if the sun knows how hardening and consuming darkness can be for our spirit, it will appear from the opposite side. from this new place, the sun will formally introduce winter, but not without a gentle reminder that these dark days will not last forever. from this, the days will swell slowly, until they are no longer distinguishable. then, as if the sun knows how hardening and consuming light can be for our spirit, will appear again, bringing with it another reminder, that these bright days will not last forever.

I believe the sun will continue to do this until we no longer need reminding.

smooth lines

22pagespdx@gmail.com (22pages photography) — Mon, 11 Jun 2012 06:36:45 GMT

boardroom landscape 1

boardroom landscape 2

boardroom landscape 3

memorial day

22pagespdx@gmail.com (22pages photography) — Tue, 29 May 2012 05:03:49 GMT

People from a planet without flowers would think

we must be mad with joy the whole time to have such things about us.

~Iris Murdoch, A Fairly Honourable Defeat

currently reading

22pagespdx@gmail.com (22pages photography) — Wed, 02 May 2012 06:17:00 GMT

Trust thyself: every heart vibrates to that iron string. Accept the place the divine providence has found for you, the society of your contemporaries, the connection of events. Great men have always done so, and confided themselves childlike to the genius of their age, betraying their perception that the absolutely trustworthy was seated at their heart, working through their hands, predominating in all their being. And we are now men, and must accept in the highest mind the same transcendent destiny; and not minors and invalids in a protected corner, not cowards fleeing before a revolution, but guides, redeemers, and benefactors, obeying the Almighty effort, and advancing on Chaos and the Dark.

Self Reliance by Ralph Waldo Emerson

history repeating #3

22pagespdx@gmail.com (22pages photography) — Mon, 30 Apr 2012 08:00:00 GMT

Nothing you do for children is ever wasted. They seem not to notice us, hovering, averting our eyes, and they seldom offer thanks, but what we do for them is never wasted. -Garrison Keillor

Puerto Vallarta, mexico 2010

Puerto Vallarta, mexico 2012

history repeating #2

22pagespdx@gmail.com (22pages photography) — Mon, 30 Apr 2012 08:00:00 GMT

where will you be in two years?

Sayulita Mexico, 2010

Sayulita, Mexico 2012

newfangled

22pagespdx@gmail.com (22pages photography) — Sun, 29 Apr 2012 07:52:00 GMT

History Repeating #1

sayulita, mexico 2012

sayulita, mexico 2010