Somewhere in this mess i oiled a rock. yes, OILED a rock. it slipped, popped out of my hands, into a perfect arc and pop down into a coffee cup. one of the coffee cups from a brand new set of dishes. so we now have 7. funny thing was, if you dont count that i decided oiling a rock was a good idea, was that i said from the outset “we cant have nice things” when we bought the dishes. im notorious for breaking dishes. im not greek, im clumsy. and the oiled rock picture didnt even work out. so no oiled rock for you…
he waited, without joy or sorrow, without emotion at all, for the clock to tick and the number to fall.
his life was ascribed all manner of strange notions as he looked over the wasteland and saw the small motions.
that would take him away and rend the world over, tear life from limb and lover from lover.
“The blue mountains are of themselves blue mountains. The white clouds are of themselves white clouds.”
Zenrin Kushû
Your everlasting summer, you can see it fading fast
So you grab a piece of something that you think is gonna last
You wouldn’t know a diamond if you held it in your hand
The things you think are precious I can’t understand.
Steely Dan: Reeling in the years
you lay in the grass and watch the planes fly high above you, make imaginary destinations if you could wish yourself aboard. you realize that while the exotic and the new are always welcome, there is nothing, absolutely nothing better than right here, right now, with the people you are with. no amount of dreams of blue turtles or koans of enlightenment will let you see what is right in front of you.
Long ago in a different life I spent a year as a chef de partie at the Chateau Lake Louise. In my off time I took full advantage of being young and in good shape and with camera in hand i did a LOT of hiking. Ill be posting the images from those hikes over the next few days. All images taken in 1992-1993.
these are the final set of the series. sometimes i find it hard to believe that these are 22 years gone. at times, it feels like yesterday, sometimes it feels like it was just a long strange dream that you awake from with a longing in your heart. at this stage of my life, with all i know i have in front of me, i doubt ill ever get back to these mountains much less be able to live there, and that, honestly, pains my heart more than anything i have thought of for a while. it hurts in a way that losing a parent, being fired, or divorcing ever did. how weird is that? i dont understand the ache it causes so for the most part i have to shut it off or it overwhelms and i just get pissy to those in my life now, and thats not fair to anyone. i take some solace in that at least i had some time in this beautiful place, i have those memories. i hope you enjoyed the series.
Giant Steps.
Long ago in a different life I spent a year as a chef de partie at the Chateau Lake Louise. In my off time I took full advantage of being young and in good shape and with camera in hand i did a LOT of hiking. Ill be posting the images from those hikes over the next few days. All images taken in 1992-1993.
More Paradise Valley and Giant Steps.
Long ago in a different life I spent a year as a chef de partie at the Chateau Lake Louise. In my off time I took full advantage of being young and in good shape and with camera in hand i did a LOT of hiking. Ill be posting the images from those hikes over the next few days. All images taken in 1992-1993.
Paradise Valley and Giant Steps. Yes, that’s how we did selfies back in the day… sat the camera on a ROCK we did, pulled the timer and ran into position 🙂
Long ago in a different life I spent a year as a chef de partie at the Chateau Lake Louise. In my off time I took full advantage of being young and in good shape and with camera in hand i did a LOT of hiking. Ill be posting the images from those hikes over the next few days. All images taken in 1992-1993.
Big and little beehive’s from the trail head.