Archives for the month of: August, 2010
I haven’t posted much for a while.

I’ve been busy. 
I’m preparing to move soon.
I’ve been dealing with a painful foot.
They’ve paved my street with the tar stripes.
I’ve been distracted due to business. 
It’s been too warm.
It’s been too cool.
I’ve been tired.
It’s too early.
I’ve got too much to do.
I haven’t had the time

All these things get in the way. They chatter in the mind, noisy ghosts that whine and nag.

It’s so easy to get stuck when you lose the silence of your thoughts. I must let fewer things get in the way. 

This morning I rose at 5:30. I quieted all my thoughts, picked up my book and camera, went for my walk. It was cool, but not too cool. There were few people out on the street walking, it was quiet. The air was soft, the coffee at the cafe down the street warm. It felt good. I made a few photos I liked. 

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As I sat in the cafe reading my book and enjoying the quiet, the cloud cover broke and the light turned exquisite. The empty table and chairs, the pulls for the window shade, all turned beautiful in the soft light and shadow. 

I posted five photos to my flickr.com stream today: 

http://www.flickr.com/photos/gdgphoto

And I put four of these photos into a quiet fragment of an idea that I’ve been working on, a video presentation.  

http://www.gdgphoto.com/pavement-fragment/

Please visit and enjoy. 
“You thought, as a boy, that a mage is one who can do anything. So I thought, once. So did we all. And the truth is that as a man’s real power grows and his knowledge widens, ever the way he can follow grows narrower: until at last he chooses nothing, but does only and wholly what he must do.”

– A Wizard of Earthsea, Ursula K Le Guin

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This past week I traveled home around the state of California via Amtrak. A 13 hour wander on a route from San Diego to Los Angeles to Bakersfield to Stockton to San Jose. 

I made 400 photographs from the train. I read two books. I worked through a lecture in my studies. I wrote notes in my journal. I recorded sounds. And I sat and thought and watched the passage of time, the movement of people. I felt the joy of motion. I am almost home again.

Travel is not getting somewhere. 
Travel is being where you are. 
Aware, in motion.

It was a grand trip.