I've always been a big believer and lover of the incidental, the unplanned moments between plans are often the best, just like the best toy is often not the toy, but the box it's wrapped in. Kids are natural experts in this department. Today was a lot like that.
Monday, October 20, 2008
after the fog burned off, Sunday
Sunday, October 5, 2008
lunch
: shitake(they-never-come-this-size-in-the-store) quesadillas.
When I pulled back the cover a fine wisp of white spores delineated the air currents. You can see where some have settled in the middle of the mushroom.
Saturday, October 4, 2008
take one : one take
I went to Curtis Taylor's opening and all I got was this vid...
Several people were showing. The photographic work was immediately appealing in a glossy magazine implied narrative sort of way, but what struck me most about them was the dovetailing of commercialism with fine art. I've always been interested in that tension, or question, of what distinguishes one from the other besides context. But in the photos the tension was gone, the two worlds mingled seamlessly. Maybe that's why―in terms of consumption and delivery medium―I would have preferred them in a book or magazine. If I had to hang something on my wall, I'd go with Curtis' painting.
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
Tuesday
An impromptu Snow Lake trip. Last day of September. Warm, sunny, with the knowledge that this won't last much longer. I couldn't afford to go and I couldn't afford not to.
On the way up we took the less traveled Source Lake (above) route. On the slope above it the kids threw rocks by the waterfall in the sunshine and said lets stay here. I settled in happy to have made it this far and then watched as slowly the whole crew in small waves of their own accord continued scrambling up the slope—partly on all fours—gripped by the pure glee of discovery and wonder that the mountains are capable of inspiring. It felt good to simply follow in the wake of that.
pumping water is big fun
We ended up doing a round trip, eating a late lunch on big beautiful glacier rounded rocks above Snow Lake, even got in a little bushwhacking, then headed back down the main path.
After all those miles and minor scrapes no one fell asleep on the car ride home—amazing!
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