Day 19 is our first road trip.
I’m/We’re learning how all this works.
We drive to Highway 9 and north to Little Mountain Park. We don’t know where we’re going and I can’t focus on maps, we wander. We stop at the scenic overlooks, but there’s an old abandoned car I’m trying to find. I remember it from my first trip here and we scramble up and down a couple trails until finally it appears around a corner. (It’s on the Bonny & Clyde trail, southeast of the juncture with Fred’s trail, for future reference.) Continue reading “Observations of Consciousness, 2/18”
My photos are like a record of the way in which my brain is functioning. The camera is the tool being acted upon, in ways determined by current processing mode and speed of my brain. I let my brain/heart/spirit -> Self act upon the camera, without much directed choice. I just try to see a moment of perfect lighting/color/texture and capture. Continue reading “Understanding Consciousness through Photographic Production”
All of this began after a car crash.
And yet, it was always present. There was no beginning, it was always developing.
But the car crash was the physical jolt I needed to coalesce all my experiences into my current understanding.
Continue reading “Waking Up”
*Picture is not mine. From a real estate listing.
If you are ever in my company, I’m sure you’ll hear me say, “That’s so my aesthetic.”
Everyone keeps asking what I’m talking about when I can’t stop talking about my aesthetic. Continue reading “Home Is Where the Soul Is”
Gabrielle found this book for me at the library.
A collection of photos, mostly candid, of life in 1970s Seattle.
I’m out of words today so I’ll let the photos speak for themselves: Continue reading “TBT : 1970s Seattle”
I met someone exactly like me.
A twin soul. Our paths are so similar, our purposes and passions so aligned.
What do I do? Continue reading “Observations of Consciousness 1.30.17”