by Tim Girvin | Dec 26, 2010 | Diary
THE STORM KING I was thinking about the storm, that’s been screeching up the canyon, winding through the forest channels, and up the long range of the south, coming up Brigantine Bay, running over the top of South Lopez Island. It was a long night – of...
by Tim Girvin | Dec 25, 2010 | Diary
Today has been a day of meditation — while there’s been good, to the examination of outcomes, it’s been a sad day as well. I think about passage – those that have been before. Brother — Matt L. Girvin. Former wife –Kathleen A....
by Tim Girvin | Dec 25, 2010 | Diary
Out there, in the place that one might least expect it, there’s a spinning silver of the bladed windmill. Some of them reach to storing power — and have been, for decades before the large whirling windmills that array on farms, the landed plains, mountain...
by Tim Girvin | Dec 24, 2010 | Diary
The art of seeing closer: the magnifying glass and the imagination of the ant SEEING CLOSER ….. When I was little, I put my head on the ground, in the grass, pretending I was an ant. I’d drag my head along, moving through the close earth. I carved tunnels...
by Tim Girvin | Dec 23, 2010 | Diary
When you hold a glass upwards and clink with another, the point would be — “what, exactly, are you doing?” I’ve thought about that — being someone that doesn’t drink — what really is the point of that effort, the convivial...
