The Aurora from TSO Photography on Vimeo.
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
The Mountain
A time lapse video capturing raw beauty of the Milky Way and El Tiede in Spain. At 0:32 begins a sandstorm captured at 3am in a way the naked eye could never see. What a wonderful world.
The Mountain from TSO Photography on Vimeo.
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
it's trying to lead to somewhere...
This road we travel. This journey of life. We deviate from our paths for no reason at all sometimes, and other times our reasons appear silly, but the turns happen and our lives take a right at the falling rock and follow the sun's rays to the west until your soul is found in a gypsy town. It is a remarkable thing to pack a car, merge onto a highway that runs down the middle of the place i call my home forgetting that HWY 40 is so much longer than my imagination had dwarfed it to be. For as much as i travel, 40 seemingly ended somewhere just beyond Memphis. it's funny how your mind can trick you into subtly thinking such things. Things i believed when i was a child, like how in my 7 year old mind Watertown Rd. ended shortly after you took a right onto County RD 92. I wonder if i have begun to believe this about the highway of my life. I have grown, i am the person i am, HA! there is so much growing left to do. So much traveling within my soul to uncover more of the person that I already am.
Today my wandering soul took my wandering body to a place high in the Tonto National Forrest. Standing in a bar prolifically named The Spirit Room, these words were spoken into my own journey, "find a place that makes your soul feel good." Beautiful. And as the sun fought to break through the storm clouds over the Verde Valley, this place i find myself in is simply remarkable.
Monday, January 31, 2011
bricks and Berry
Most times when i sit to write these blogs I don't know what to say. for the last year i have found that articulating in a written form never quite matured into what i wanted it to. there are better writers, better painters, better dancers, better lovers, better servants... and on and on and on... so now i write, in my own voice, in my own time.
it's funny what people build their walls out of i.e. doubt, fear, pain, abandonment, bitterness, pride... and on and on and on... and i wonder how concrete those walls may be. some a shield of feathers cast to a whimsy by the first warm breeze and other bricks of steel coldness will be what weighs down the casket of a life lost and unloved. who gives them such strength but the builder themselves?
I read this from Wendell Berry earlier this week and have so loved it. "The past is our definition. We may strive, with good reason, to escape it, or to escape what is bad in it, but we will escape it only by adding something better to it."
I cannot change the events of my past, nor can i out run them (no matter how many trips i take). I can choose how today goes. I can choose to take down my bricks, one by one, and who knows they might just pave a wonderfully glorious path. My life is filled with wonderful people, remarkable people. For that i am so thankful.
Today has glorious potential. Live well. Enjoy the journey.
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Take kindly the counsel of the years...
i cannot count the number of times i have heard women say this January, "this is our year ladies!" (for some reason 2009 becoming 2010 wasn't that big of a deal for guys i guess). It's as if the striking of midnight released a new tide to the shore, a new story to our lives. But our stories are our own. they are connected. we are connected. not even a moment's breath separated last year from this. the physical ailments that plagued us weeks ago still linger. the frustrations of relationships. the uncertainty of employment. the stresses that weighed down our souls do not dissipate with the chiming of a clock or the dropping of a ball on a crowed New York night. no, they do not go swiftly. they do not go kindly. yet, if my memory fails me not, somehow the years have a way of slowly sending these tides back to the ocean. things that vexed me in the turning of 2006 into 2007 seem like distant shadows, memories of lessons learned. and somehow joys remain. somehow we are still here. somehow the sun still shines. Max Ehrman wrote:
"With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful.
Strive to be happy."
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
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