Maybe
Slow & Steady - Sleeping at Last
You carved our initials into these family trees.
But when the branches are bare and broken, love is so hard to reach.
We’ve learned to brace for the worst and to...
to read the last pages first, surrender feels safe.
Maybe the soul is the soil that holds the fallen seed,
or the light pouring down in between the rain clouds, daring life to reach;
Or maybe it’s the rings in the trunk of the tree,
a birthmark time will leave to measure the past.
But we can’t dream when we’re wide awake
or fall in love with a heart too strong to break.
Faith is expensive to taste, and time...
time is borrowed loose change that’s already been spent.
Maybe the soul is the tone of voice that unearthed the words that we needed...
Maybe the soul is a suitcase that holds the backup plan -
a collection of keys and the patience we need to start again.
Maybe it’s the thresholds that swallow us whole
as we learn to let go, in spite of the dirt on our clothes.
You carved our initials into these family trees.
But when the branches are bare and broken, love is so hard to reach.
We’ve learned to brace for the worst and to...
to read the last pages first, surrender feels safe.
Maybe the soul is the soil that holds the fallen seed,
or the light pouring down in between the rain clouds, daring life to reach;
Or maybe it’s the rings in the trunk of the tree,
a birthmark time will leave to measure the past.
But we can’t dream when we’re wide awake
or fall in love with a heart too strong to break.
Faith is expensive to taste, and time...
time is borrowed loose change that’s already been spent.
Maybe the soul is the tone of voice that unearthed the words that we needed...
Maybe the soul is a suitcase that holds the backup plan -
a collection of keys and the patience we need to start again.
Maybe it’s the thresholds that swallow us whole
as we learn to let go, in spite of the dirt on our clothes.
I will recreate wholeness.
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
You know how people form certain philosophies about their craft? I think I'm starting to do it too. Today I realized why I'm never satisfied with my pictures. It's because I know that they are all unfinished, part of a unending cycle of resurrection. This can't be "it." Everything before the picture was taken--the memories, images, and gestures that evoked emotion--specific moments of beauty and strangeness that caused me to take the picture, will remain. They will continue to inspire and move me because clicking the shutter isn't a remedy to this undeniable need to recreate something meaningful. I think that there are series of moments in a person's life that are all connected, where present moments trigger the past back to life. I suppose this is why I continue to push myself harder. Thinking this way is comforting. It's not about striving for perfection but is instead about struggling to achieve wholeness--being able to capture the different pieces that made this photograph come to being.
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[Irish spinner and spinning wheel. County Galway, Ireland] (LOC)
[Irish spinner and spinning wheel. County Galway, Ireland] (LOC), originally uploaded by The Library of Congress.
Looks so real & surreal at the same time.
Sunday, March 07, 2010
Continuation:
Why do I always need to 'wait and see.' I am impatient. What is with waiting, with time, with timing. We are swallowed up by minutes and we think we 'manage' time. There is never enough time to live. We need to decide sometime.
What is there to see. To be honest? Everything. Our eyes offer this panoramic view of everything that surrounds us but it's never whole. Maybe we can see together. And finally see a whole perspective of revolution. An instant view of the roundness of the world.
I have this piece of glass separating my eyes from what's in front of me. And I still see you clearly.
This distance might be enough to focus on what's needed for the right composition. +7,000 miles enough?
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Why do I always need to 'wait and see.' I am impatient. What is with waiting, with time, with timing. We are swallowed up by minutes and we think we 'manage' time. There is never enough time to live. We need to decide sometime.
What is there to see. To be honest? Everything. Our eyes offer this panoramic view of everything that surrounds us but it's never whole. Maybe we can see together. And finally see a whole perspective of revolution. An instant view of the roundness of the world.
I have this piece of glass separating my eyes from what's in front of me. And I still see you clearly.
This distance might be enough to focus on what's needed for the right composition. +7,000 miles enough?
NYC with friends
Friday, March 05, 2010
This was the weekend after submitting our phase 3 final. Shaun, Dakota, and I decided to go to the city to take a break from Turners Falls and school. Interesting highlights of the weekend... washing our hands at Sabon, snow-covered Central Park, and delicious burgers from Burger Joint. Oh, and banana pudding. Lots of banana pudding.
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