sup. i now have a flickr account.

east to west

little boxes on the hillside

i felt my heart take off lightly like a butterfly

and i thought, yes, this is it, something has survived in me

something that does not need to run anymore, because

it is worth more than all the money in the world and

its currency, its true home, is the living. And not just the living

in this particular country or in that particular country, but

the secret, irresistible heart of the living. i smiled back and

i knew that the hopes of this whole human world

could fit inside one soul. This is called,

globalization

day 1.5

we've got old cameras classic shoes hats

but noone prepared me for these hills. bopping

onward: water dripdroplets, broken windshield wipers

eery bridges, canopy trees (catching fog,

long, encompassing motherlybody trees)

f ffog fog fogg g creeping about. magnificently hiding the huge and everpresent. sleep&

sunrise: tsunami sister warmsafedrysound

photo lesson 1 neighborhood exploration; prof rachel.

(jonah & irving 15th 1346) so

today:

yes, the younger generation is certainly gallavanting in a renassiance.

I was out to dinner recently and heard the next table over say this. The table was a group of old friends, academics and intellectuals. maybe pretentious? i couldn't tell. that might be the point, though.

It made me realize - or percieve - a bubble that i have been living inside. it reminds me that i am only perceiving a very small part of the world - and that is my capacity (whether i created those boundaries or not)

am i so limited? i don't feel that humble. does that make me look foolish? i'm not sure if i care - at this point, humilty would allow me to get nothing done.

photo by rachel.

happy three

now all the fingers of this tree(darling)have
hands,and all the hands have people;and
more each particular person is(my love)
alive than every world can understand

and now you are and i am now and we're
a mystery which will never happen again,
a miracle which has never happened before--
and shining this our now must come to then

our then shall be some darkness during which
fingers are without hands;and i have no
you:and all trees are(any more than each
leafless)its silent in forevering snow

--but never fear(my own,my beautiful
my blossoming)for also then's until

No, I couldn't tell you how the house burned down.